Category Archives: Memories
A Little Family History
I am at a bit of a loss for words. I have an old tin sewing box from maybe the late 1950’s or early 1960’s, my guess. I had it out from under the dresser tonight while looking for a … Continue reading
The Ventura House
133 Leighton Drive, Ventura, CA, 93001, about 1994 My great grandparent’s house in Ventura, California was built in 1925 down the block from where it currently stands and was moved up and set up on stilts in the location it … Continue reading
Tasha
Natasha is my wife’s sister, out visiting these past few weeks from her home in England. She is due to go back in a few days, and my work schedule has been such that it has not been easy to … Continue reading
Sacred Ground
It’s been fifteen years, almost to the day since a bit of ground was sanctified. It is a bit I have avoided since I moved here t the valley not long after, but yesterday I stood upon it to look … Continue reading
Just an Interesting Tidbit
One of the stories that mom told me about my childhood that I have meant to write down but have forgotten to, goes back to when I was an infant, and she was poor and single. She could not afford … Continue reading
Wins and Losses
It is just four in the morning. I checked the DoorDash app, and there is work to be done down in the city right now. I would imagine the volume is low. But it is there. I kind of wish … Continue reading
Doing the Dishes
It’s Sunday morning. I got up around six, before the curtain of night began to give way to the hot winter’s sun. It is stabbing now, killed the night and lights every corner outside, trying to find its way into … Continue reading
Remembering When
I remember going through the shop my great-great-grandparents had in West Virginia. It was an old-time gas station and local shop. As I remember it, it was complete with soda fountain. The building was pretty old when I was there … Continue reading
Coming of Age
My first year of high school I remember the upperclassmen talking about one of the teachers that had retired at the end of the year before. I don’t remember a name, or even a gender, to be honest, to go … Continue reading
My Best Friends
In the 1980’s, when I was a teenager boy, my grandmother took me aside on more than one occasion and told me that the thing my mother did wrong with all her kids was to be a friend, rather than … Continue reading