The Innocence of Children

How can a child look at little black ants crawling up and down the bark of a tree and become so fascinated?

There was a Man and a Woman.  And there were ex-wives and ex-husbands.  And there were friends and family giving the Man and Woman their advice on how the world should be.  There were work conflicts and roommates with different points of view and there were bills to be paid.

And in the middle of it all was a Little Girl. Continue reading The Innocence of Children

A Virginia Tradition-Field Parties

The following little story is a teenager’s confession of guilt.  It comes forty-years after the infractions were committed and safely after any statutes of limitations or the possibility of  being grounded at home for a month. Continue reading A Virginia Tradition-Field Parties

Main Street of Woodstock, Virginia in the Late 1940’s (Video)

This video is of Main Street in Woodstock, Virginia filmed by Sam Smith sometime during the late 1940’s.   Read my short gibberish and then watch a really cool video. Continue reading Main Street of Woodstock, Virginia in the Late 1940’s (Video)

An Amendment to Yesterday’s Story

I left out one little tale from yesterday’s story (Lineman for the County).  It’s all fun and games when a nineteen-year-old is risking his life climbing a telephone pole just to make some beer money for college.  But what happens when he’s a part of a telephone monopoly’s conspiracy to ruin a small business owner’s property?

Continue reading An Amendment to Yesterday’s Story

Happy Father’s Day!

This short video is of my Dad playing with me and my sister BJ outside of our very first house.  My baby sister Mary didn’t make an appearance due to a dispute in contract negotiations (actually, she was halfway through a nine-month ride in Mom’s belly).  I watched a CBS Sunday Morning segment today highlighting the new Millennium Dad’s big effort in playing a larger part in raising their children.  Well, whatever Jane Pauley, this was filmed in 1964.

 

 

Lineman for the County

This past week of painfully oppressive hot and humid days had me experiencing hazy flashbacks, not because of a heat stroke or dehydration, but the vivid memories of a summer spent as a teen working with the construction crew of the Shenandoah Telephone Company (now Shentel). Continue reading Lineman for the County

A Blast from the Past

 

John, my friend since childhood, told me months ago that he had been saving something for me and that he’d deliver the next time that we saw each other.  That next time, oddly enough, was at a funeral.  I was a pallbearer and he works for the funeral home that was providing services for the deceased.  True to his word, John retrieved a small collection of items from the back seat of a company vehicle. Continue reading A Blast from the Past

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