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Picardy was the center of my universe growing up. We played, fought, slept and discovered much of life there. That was in the 1950s. World War II was a very fresh memory for the adults back then. Segregation was commonplace. And … Continue reading
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All the boys in the neighborhood had at least one, some two. We called them air rifles. You cock it with the handle and then “fire” a single chuff of air. A hand at the end of the barrel would … Continue reading
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Terri is the middle child in our family. That’s her in the light-colored coat and hat in the foreground. Our common environment included a comfortable upper-middle class upbringing with a loving family, good schools, medical and dental care, and only … Continue reading
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That’s me in red on the left. Dad, farther away, is wearing the hat. Two years later, he would have a heart attack. I vividly remember him on the bathroom floor in his underwear and Mom shooing me out, “Get … Continue reading
The Rock began in a tool room in the back of Bebop’s garage. It was three backyards and two fences from mine. The first addition was two wooden “bunks” mounted to the wall studs. With Bebop’s direction — it was … Continue reading
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Family is like this; it stays with you no matter what. And this chair is family. My grandparents bought it in a brown fuzzy tweed and had it in their living room. I can remember its scratchy, burly texture. At … Continue reading
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There is much truth in the movie. The dialog, the attitudes, the laws, the houses and decors of the two sides of this story are all spot-on. I saw and heard nothing that jarred me out of that era. In … Continue reading
I was a terrible student. I rarely did homework but somehow slid by with Cs and just barely advanced from grade to grade. What homework I did was driven solely by fear of a teacher’s wrath but, over time, my … Continue reading
The near-wealthy lived in Chickasaw Gardens just a few blocks from Picardy. In Chickasaw Gardens, the roads curved and meandered while ours were straight or dog-legged. Decorative street lamps were spread too far apart to be functional in the Gardens. … Continue reading
A Long Time Ago Some things change, some don’t. Heavy snowfalls meant no school, sometimes for several days because the city had no snow removal equipment and if it didn’t melt, nobody could get there. At the other end of … Continue reading