We got to poking around (again) around the edges of this semi-permanent feature down the valley and around the bend from the house. We were told by an long-time resident of Goose Creek that this was once a tobacco barn; and by others that a man and his son lived here, the latter killing the former. Whatever the story, there was once an old cast-iron stove there, that is now in pieces. Maybe it was used to keep the cabin’s residents from freezing in …

FOUNDATIONS Read more »

Once upon a time, there was a strange farmer of Erehwon. He gathered his curiosities, his precious things–momentary objects that held his attention and delight–and hoped others might wander down his lonesome road and share his fascination with the ordinary. They came at random, sometimes rather sizable crowds of them, and a few exclaimed and were delighted, and some returned often and regularly. Some where changed by having seen up close the myriad works of nature and light, of clouds, of storms and seasons …

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This was the first Story Challenge I put up on my high school’s 50th reunion page. It got no love. So I put it up here–again–for a few blog passersby. Turns out I had told this tale on the blog in 2009. I repost it with the near certainty that nobody who reads it this time will remember.  The Challenge: Tell your best WHS teacher tale. It should be mostly true. Relate a time you got away with something, didn’t get away with something …

Fold-Down Ink-Well Desks. And Sweater Fuzz Read more »

“The Herdmans were absolutely the worst kids in the history of the world. They lied and stole and smoked cigars and used the Lord’s name in vain. They hit little kids and cussed their teachers and set fire to Fred Shoemaker’s old broken down tool house.” The year our daughter turned twelve, she was the narrator for the community college performance of “The Best Christmas Pageant Ever”. The very next year, we moved to the country. To our dismay, our new home was just …

To Us a Child is Born Read more »

In 1962 Big Fins were IN! And a small family could live in the trunk!

I’m not sure the world is a better place for having shared these moss-covered and faded reflections, but there you go. You’re done. No more. Until the next wave of remembery. Seventh Grade: Ms Griffith -    My memory is that we made this woman ill. I remember subs during this year, and we did not treat them well in ways i have mercifully mostly forgotten–except for putting a large assortment of very wet spitballs from the mouths of both boys and girls into the …

Holman Elementary 1954 – 1962: 7th and 8th Grades Read more »