This is a story about college life. Maybe not your college experience, but mine.
Freshman year was spent housed in a building called C-section. It’s just now dawned on me, that’s a term for a method of childbirth, but this enclosure was more of a prison building, made of cinder block and steel doors, painted in an ugly, drab, blue-green shade of industrial paint. Continue reading I Stole a Hamster One Day
I had a depressing thought today, more-so than my normal ones.
My Dad’s had some medical issues this month and I’ve been acting as his full-time nurse (and I look terrible in the outfit). Took a 2-hour break this afternoon to take my legally blind Aunt shopping at Wal-Mart (our weekly routine before 12/31), then stopped by my Mom’s to deliver some banana bread and help fix one thing.
Before heading to Wal-Mart, one of my cousins came by the house. He’s a year younger than me, his 80-year-old Dad spends all day with his Mother, who’s pretty much confined at home.
Before Rick left on his way, we were chatting about our parents while out in the driveway.
With a big-ole smile on his face, Rick summed-up the situation by saying “Well, you know, we’re all getting older!”
And I replied without really thinking and not knowing where the words had come from.
“Yea, but I won’t have anyone to take care of me”
And I was like “Wow”. It’s bothered me all afternoon. I had never really thought about it before, the words had just slipped naturally out of my mouth. I don’t have a loving spouse or middle-aged children. Maybe it’s time for that mail-order bride.
Anyway, the moral of the story. Those annoying children of yours? Treat ’em and teach ’em right. That loving spouse? Love them back even better. And does anyone out there speak Russian? I’ve got an order to place.
The family’s dog might not be a part of a special breed, or born of a pure blood line, but the dog is a rare and special gift to the family itself. Continue reading A Dog Named Fritz (A Cabin on the River-Part 4 &1/2)
It was a big deal. A senior class of 171 students traveling en masse by school bus to visit the nation’s capital. Washington D.C. There were the jocks, the freaks, the brainiacs. Every aspect of high school society was represented and herded into five county buses for the two hour drive North to tour the wonders of the greatest museums of the greatest country in the world. Continue reading C.H.S. Goes to Washington
Everyone has a God-given talent of some sort. But only a few have a talent that can bring about tears of joy. This weekend, Saint Paul’s United Church of Christ in Woodstock, Virginia will present its annual program “The Singing Christmas Tree”. Continue reading The Young Violinist
A short video from 50 years ago of my Dad and I out in the woods harvesting the family’s Christmas tree. For a person of my age, I am so blessed to have home movies of my childhood. Thank you Aunt B and your 8mm camera. And to have been raised by two wonderful parents.
Up off of the sofa, across the floor, and out the door she went. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and being strong like she was, she had allowed herself to celebrate. Newly divorced, the kids all grown and gone, she went by herself to shop for the first Thanksgiving meal to be had by only herself. Continue reading Not Everyone Loves the Holidays