A four-year-old boy goes off to the grocery store, with his two-year-old sister in tow, to buy some laundry detergent for their Mother. It was only four blocks to the store. What could possibly go wrong? Continue reading Shopping in the 60’s (The Good Old Days)
I tell you what. I JUST got my hands on a copy of The Singing Christmas Tree performance from December 2017, at Saint Paul’s United Church of Christ in Woodstock, Virginia. And you know what? We were pretty daggone good. I’m an old rock & roller, listen to the Stones for breakfast, but live music of any kind is good music. Continue reading Christmas Music in Febuary
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?
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
There’s a good reason why chainsaws and beer aren’t sold in the same store. Chips and dip. Yes. Hammers and nails. Most certainly. But gas-powered tree trimming equipment and alcohol? No. Continue reading Was Paul Bunyan OSHA Friendly?
Next to getting ambush kissed by Stephanie Harbison in the first grade, cutting the grass of the family’s yard was by far my biggest passageway into manhood. Continue reading Just Cutting Grass
You should never trust an old recipe that doesn’t have a few stains or some food smeared on it. If it’s not dirty or well-worn, then it probably wasn’t used very often to begin with and isn’t worth the effort to make. Continue reading Old Handwritten Recipes