AOn almost every Sunday at 101 South Church Street., there was a family meal being served. This was the home of Ralph and Emma Lambert. Theirs was the classic Southern marriage, one that would endure over sixty-five years here on Earth. Hard-working and living within their means, they had raised a large family in such a small house. Work was Monday through Friday or Saturday, Church was every Sunday morning. Continue reading Dinner Time
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
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). Continue reading Happy Father’s Day!
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
This is a little clip from 1963 of my Father and I out sledding alongside the driveway. Great times don’t have to be perfect.
