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
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
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
Anyone that knows me well, knows that I can cook well. As in professionally. Most people can’t understand the concept, but after a 6-day workweek in a restaurant, I’d often spend a majority of my day-off cooking just for myself, or family, or to impress a future ex-spouse. Continue reading Recipes, Trolls, & Comments