No, I’m not referring to the genetic background test kit, although I do want to do it. I’m referring to the 23rd Psalm. I am not a highly religious person in that I don’t belong to a church, but I am highly spiritual in that I believe in a supreme power — God — and […]
It will become obvious in this blog that my grandmother was a very special lady. She was one of 11 girls (that’s right, eleven girls!) who grew up in the city of Rochester, New York. Her parents were born in Holland and emigrated from there to the United States in the late 1800s. Her father
Man, I loved building forts in our backyard or in the backyard of one of our friends. So did most of the kids on Greenfield Road. And we built a number of good ones. Building anything was new for me and my brother. We had come from an apartment in the city with no access
For Baby Boomer boys in the early 60’s America’s Pastime was still the game of choice. Oh true, football would someday replace it, but back then it was still baseball. Little League was around, in fact, our town had several leagues and many of the kids in our neighborhood signed up for organized baseball. But
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To the best of my recollection, the year was 1959. I was only 2. When I try to think back to my earliest memory, it always starts there: I see my mother ironing and my grandmother walking into our apartment to watch my older brother and me so my mother could go off to her
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Any story about my Greenfield Days and Baby Boomer friends must begin with The Hill — a hallowed place in my life and not unlike similar places I’m sure, in the lives of my fellow Boomers. This is an introduction. The Hill will make many return appearances in this blog, but it was important for
