In this final installment of excerpts from my autobiographical book, Growing Old in Newtown, I’m going to share with you some events that occurred in my childhood that were both wacky and weird.
This is my last column.
There are at least two kinds of love, tender and tough. Most of the time we employ the former; sometimes tough love is necessary.
This is written from the point of view of a boy who had limited carpentry skills and lesser use of any blueprint design. He had seen the box being built and simply wanted to duplicate the witnessed efforts using whatever material were available at a farm setting.
There are those who look forward to the December 25th arrival of the Jolly Old Elf, Santa himself, while there are some who condemn the presence of this usurper of the real meaning of Christmas, the Birthday of the One True King.
It was raining as we were crossing the driveway to the side door of the fast food restaurant.
Children have a unique way of entertaining themselves as readers well know who have observed them at play.
Have you ever wanted to question a statement a speaker has made, sometimes controversial, but had no practical opportunity especially when spoken from a church pulpit?
I recently wrote a column about the Hamer School c. 1930s. Compared to schools today, it seemed third world, but for most, despite obvious shortcomings, it got the job done with some modest success.
What’s not to envy? He has scores of friends, very popular, lots of interests, a physique to die for and an abundance of self confidence. What could be better? Let me count the ways as seen from an outsider.