A Dog Named Fritz (A Cabin on the River-Part 4 &1/2)

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.

Fritz was no longer pretty, once a fiesty farm dog some 17 years ago.  And the urge to chase a stray cow or a sheep had long since passed, her aching legs had slowed her to a limp, and she had scratched away any mange and remaining hair from her hindquarters.

There’s an old folklore amongst the peoples of the trees and mountains and farms of the valley that old farm dogs don’t just die, but instead venture off to die afar, like the  elephants and their final trip to their secret graveyards.

It was a Tuesday, at 2 or 3 in the morning on a starless night, when the pitiful howls first woke the teenagers.  And then the adults.  It was a distant cry, coming from somewhere deep in the forest of field corn that flourished behind the cabin.

In the complete darkness that surrounded the cabin, there were flashlights beaming about and urgent voices of panic.  Fritz was out there, her near location finally narrowed-down, and off into the darkness the two men went. One old and one getting older, in search of their family’s dog.  With occasional howls and whimpers and a shared flashlight leading the way, they stumbled through the rows of corn until they finally reached her, shivering against the corn stalks, under the clear but starless night sky.

Fritz was carried in arms of love and determination, back to the cabin, through the rows of corn and to the eventual delight of the others.  And after a short while, a few more hours of sleep were had by everyone.

Those damn elephants.

Not four days later, at three in the morning, the howling woke the home once again.  But this time it was different, not coming from off in the fields, but closer, somewhere near the cabin itself.

C.H.S. Goes to Washington

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

Not Everyone Loves the Holidays

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

A Small Town Parade Filmed in 1952

This is an old home movie that captures the festivities featured in Woodstock, Virginia’s Bicentennial Celebration in 1952.  Following the video is a short history lesson  and a linked PDF with documents from the pageant held later that day.   Continue reading A Small Town Parade Filmed in 1952

And now, I’d like to Sing a Song

I’m quite possibly the only straight guy in America that knows all of the words to all of the songs from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Sound of Music”.  I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth, but we did have a Baby Grand piano in the living room.  And my Mom played, and my Sisters played, and my Dad played.  And I sang along. Continue reading And now, I’d like to Sing a Song

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