~~Federal Court House, Savannah, Georgia
In 1963, before my senior year at Bible college, I worked on a project I’ll never forget. I was in Savannah, back for the summer to work at the bankruptcy court, my first job when I was just out of high school. Our offices were on the second floor of the building in the photo.
Two years earlier, a well-known church in Savannah filed for bankruptcy. Read the rest of this entry »
Shocked breathless voices,
Familiar cadences of
Can-you-believe-this-News
Deliver slices of today’s
Tragedy, deceit and despair. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s fall 1965, just months after our wedding. Today I’m going to meet D’s Uncle G. for the first time. He’s in the photo above.
Right now we’re getting ready to drive to New York City. D is wearing his best suit, a white dress shirt with cuff links, and a skinny tie. The left cuff link has a small clock face that actually tells the time of day. A windup version. Always impressive.
I’m wearing Read the rest of this entry »
Chanticleer Gravel Garden
The rule I broke is simple. If I have one day filled with joy, I’m not entitled to any more days of joy until some unknown later date.
Why is this a rule for me? Read the rest of this entry »
Comparison, Myers Briggs Personality Traits
Today’s challenge: different personalities, though it seems I don’t know or want to believe this is a challenge. So let’s play make-believe:
If you had shown me this chart when we were first married, Read the rest of this entry »
November 1966, Cambridge Apt.
Early marriage is often sweet and romantic, like this old photo. Nonetheless, we’re not going there today. This post focuses on the first of several challenges that surfaced early, Read the rest of this entry »
Sunday. Day of rest. Day of joy and delight. A full stop and break from my weekly routine so I can delight in God’s gift of Sabbath.
My biggest struggle this past Sunday Read the rest of this entry »
Life is dangerous. So is writing. The danger isn’t simply out there, but in here. Inside of me. Read the rest of this entry »
A Meat Market in Lowell, MA 1960s
Fall 1966. A milestone. Check off that first year of marriage! We made it!
Even better, my depression has lifted. As far as I know, whatever it was is gone. Banished, even though I don’t know what it was about. Probably early marriage jitters. That’s all.
Besides, Read the rest of this entry »
First United Presbyterian Church,
Cambridge 1966
It’s early spring, 1966. One important piece of me is missing in action. It doesn’t bother me at first. But by spring it’s beginning to feel unbearable. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 