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Why, Why, Why?

The old man had cried on and off over the past five days.

It’s not manly.  It’s not the way a man is supposed to act.  A grown man sobbing like a little girl.  A grown man tearing up during a chance encounter with a neighbor or with a salesperson who had simply said ‘have a nice day’. Continue reading Why, Why, Why?

Video-Main Street in Woodstock, Virginia during the Forties

This is another in a series of short home movies that I’ve been editing (while learning how to edit:).  It’s from a collection filmed by the late (uncle) Sam Smith of Woodstock, Virginia , my hometown. Continue reading Video-Main Street in Woodstock, Virginia during the Forties

Life on the Mountainside

I wrote a very short story yesterday entitled You Know You’re in a Small Town if… which naturally had me reminiscing and dreaming about those days up on the mountain.  Some of us constantly need people around.  Some are happier being alone.  And somewhere in the middle is a really nice place to live. Continue reading Life on the Mountainside

Dinner Time

 

On 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

Small Town Speed Trap Ahead

There was a portable speed limit sign on Spring Street today.  I registered an average score of 19 during my three trips through the 25 MPH zone because I now drive like an old lady in my old lady Buick.  But it got me to thinking. Continue reading Small Town Speed Trap Ahead