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Fragments from Floyd

FOUNDATIONS

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 … Read more

Reprise: Of Memories and Hopes and Golden Dreams

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 … Read more

Fold-Down Ink-Well Desks. And Sweater Fuzz

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 … Read more

To Us a Child is Born

“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 … Read more

Holman Elementary 1954 – 1962: 7th and 8th Grades

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 … Read more