Saturdays. I wondered today what would Lyle be doing the first Saturday of March. If he were not at the fire station he may have planned for folks to come watch the Bedlam game this afternoon. I confess, he would be sorely disappointed in the Sooners’ season but would … Continue reading
We are supposed to influence our children. After all, they do not know what we know. I am sure as Lyle looked in on Natalie he had no idea one day he would write these words,
“My daughter Natalie who turned me on to blogging.”
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Last friday Cohen came to hang out with Grandpa Doc. Grammy’s allergies were getting her down so it was up to G-Pa to work his magic. We played. Cohen bounced. And bounced. And bounced. Eventually he got hungry, wore himself out, and took a nap.
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To say six years lapsed in a town our size without ever crossing Lyle’s path would be inaccurate. School events always put us in proximity. I am sure we chatted here and there.
Late in the summer of 2002 Lyle, Evette, and Nathan began visiting Snow Hill. Natalie had … Continue reading
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Some small towns exhibit the traits of a bounded set. If you are from here you understand the boundaries, you know the familial connections, and you are aware of the “traditions” that should not be ignored. Moving into such an area can be tricky. A person needs a good … Continue reading