Category Archives: Memory Minute

These are posts that relate to a memory from my past that has some significance to the world as we know it today. Some of them are simply ramblings from my past that help me feel better about myself.

Boxcar Boxes Contain Value – Part Two (A Memory Minute)

[If you are reading this without having read Part One – two young teenagers are loading a railroad boxcar with Thanksgiving bonus gifts for employees. The gifts are electric roasters capable of roasting a Thanksgiving turkey.] Buddy and I determined … Continue reading

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Boxcar Boxes Contain Value – Part One (A Memory Minute)

I must have been about sixteen at the time … possibly fifteen. And I was, in addition to immortal, the strongest and toughest kid on the planet. I had muscles and grit. I had youth and stamina. I had all … Continue reading

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Out Foxed (A Memory Minute)

For some time now we’ve seen a pair of gray foxes around our house, mostly on my motion detection camera and mostly in the middle of the night. For some longer time we’ve also had rock squirrels around our house … Continue reading

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Busy As A Bee (A Memory Minute)

In our modem society busy-ness is rapidly becoming the norm. In fact, it is earning the privilege of acceptance to our culture. Instant access to the combined knowledge of the entire earth’s inhabitants seems to have risen to the status … Continue reading

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80 Miles From Keflavik (A Memory Minute)

When I was a very young boy, my parents instilled in me a number of basic principles that have been my companions forever. Although I was reared during the societal era when children were to be seen and not heard, … Continue reading

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A Short Walk Home (A Memory Minute)

I spent my third grade in a school in a small town in Michigan called Brown City. My father had found work there and the entire family moved with him to a medium sized home about a half mile from … Continue reading

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He Said- He Surmised (A Memory Minute)

There was a time when the newspapers reported the news. Every story contained the who, what, why, where, when, and how elements that all journalists/reporters were taught and sternly required to include if they wanted their stories to see daylight … Continue reading

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Front Porch – Back Porch (A Memory Minute)

My grandmother was a woman of great wisdom and wonderful grace. She was quick with an appropriate quip that was always filled with deep meaning. One of her most astute quotes went something like this: “The world started its downfall … Continue reading

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Piper Asked Me: Why Did I Die?

My precious little child. I can tell you what caused your death but I can not tell you why because I do not understand it at all. I am still working through the hurt of losing you even more than … Continue reading

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They Call Me Patata (A Memory Minute)

That’s Patata (pronounced pah-tay-tah). If you say Potato, like the tuber, they will correct you and insist that you pronounce it properly. That’s as it should be because it is their name for me. And they are my grand-daughters. When … Continue reading

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