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This is how I remember it
Entry 15 The day after Labor Day in 1962, as a newly minted 12 year old, I headed off to a new school. With my clear plastic bag containing my baloney and mustard sandwich and a little bag of chips as well as a cookie, I headed to Forsyth Junior High. It was a fairly…
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Posters
Back in our day, the 60’s, everyone had posters in their room. The peace sign was a popular one and absolutely everyone had the Woodstock poster. All late adolescent boys had a poster of Jane Fonda as Barbarella. Here are two posters for our day. Too bad Denise won’t let me hang posters in the…
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Why I love photography
In my time as a retired person, I have taken maybe at this point, thousands of pictures. From trips to nature to soccer games and all other grandkid adventures, I have been filling up two external hard drives with things I find interesting. Photography can tell stories that other mediums cannot. It captures a moment…
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To Contemplate
Every-s0-often I come across pictures that my first reaction is: ‘I wish I would have taken that photo. Here are three that I have seen recently. James Finley from the Center for Contemplation and Action (Richard Rohr’s group) wrote this: ““To contemplate” means to observe carefully, to pay attention. Throughout the day, things catch our eye and…
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Mountain living
When we moved here a year and a half ago, we survived our first forest fire in Big Bear. Not to be out done, winter is here and viola: It is a record setting snow storm. Searching for the car It must be here somewhere I did it! I found the car.
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This is how I remember it
Entry 14 1960 at the ripe old age of 10, I had my first foray into politics. Mom and Dad were completely nuts about the man they had both shook hands with and I was there to help. I had the proverbial little red wagon and I had it decorated with “Vote for Kennedy” hand…
