Memoir Musings 2017-04-20T23:11:22+00:00

Drive-In Daze

Drive-In Daze   One evening at the drive-in with my buds, Mark and Bob, way back in 1974 gives meaning to the oft-used expression, “You can’t make this stuff up.” Just days after the end of my fourth year of [...]

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Under the Mulberry Tree

Some of the happiest, most carefree days of my boyhood were the summer days when my dad, Nippy, dropped me off for a few days of vacation at Grandma and Grand Pap’s home at 715 Worthington Avenue in Versailles Borough. [...]

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The Birthday Gift

It figured to be the best birthday ever, May 10, 1955. For the past two weeks my dad has been hinting at a very special surprise for my seventh birthday. Finally, the big surprise is to be revealed on birthday [...]

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Friday Nights With Jane Parker

For my little family, all through the 1950’s and early 60’s, Friday night grocery shopping at the A&P was no less a ritual than attending Sunday mass. When Nippy came home from work between 5:00 and 5:30, we sat down [...]

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Jewelry Box

The most delightful day I spent with my mom during eight months of hospital and skilled nursing visits in the year of her passing was a Sunday afternoon at Harmarville Rehabilitation Center in May, 2007. On that day I brought [...]

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Mardi Gras With ‘Aunt Sally’ and ‘Cousin Jack’

Punctual, the silver compact hatchback rolls along the departures lane at the U.S. Airways terminal at the New Orleans airport, Aunt Sally at the wheel. This will be my introduction to the New Jersey native who migrated to this Mississippi [...]

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Magic and Wonder

Sifting through the card basket, I take one last peak at Christmas. A card from Alan and Janet reminds me that ‘the magic of the season is all around.’ Kathie’s greeting, ‘May your holidays be wrapped in wonder and love,’ [...]

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Just Call Me ‘Bud’

It began three months ago when I cancelled my 10-dollar monthly auto-payment to Planet Fitness and matriculated to the Aerobic Center in Greensburg to take advantage of my Silver Sneakers fitness benefits. “Come into my office, Bud, and I’ll get [...]

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Willow Street Days

The milky gray framed Victorian, which our former Bailey Avenue neighbor, Edwin [Eddie] Johnson, had renovated and converted into a vertical duplex, drew our little family one block east and two long blocks south up the hill to the corner [...]

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Television Kid

It’s four o’clock on a weekday afternoon circa 1951, and there I am on the living room floor, short pants and chubby legs, singing “The Tennessee Waltz” with Kate Smith. My only audience, but none more devoted, is my mom [...]

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My Shoes

My shoes are sturdy and black, ball-peen crinkled, square-toed with brick-red stitching. A seam atop the instep fashionable like lady stockings of the swing band era, Buckled, not laced, for slip-on ease Adorned and secure in my shoes.   Garage [...]

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