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I've removed the photos of my parents.  I think of them every day and seeing the photos every day here  brought back too many memories.  The memories of my dad are not all that good.  We didn't...

I'm sitting here in my messy computer room.  Yall know it's messy because you've seen photos of it.  Let's face it.  I'm a messy person,,,,when it comes to my house.  It's my house.  Not my...

Just a note.  Just added 2 more photos of my companion.  Probably more to come.

Saturday was an odd day for me.  I didn't and did go to work.  An explanation seems in order so here goes.  I had a plumbing problem after I got home from work Saturday morning.  The toilet...

Saw a guy drive up to the laundromat where I was washing clothes this morning.  I'd seen him before, changing the papers in the coin machine for the local newspaper and thought I knew him.  So, I...

Dear Lord,  So far today, I've done all right.  I haven't gossiped, haven't lost my temper, haven't been greedy, grumpy, nasty, selfish, over-indulgent, or told anyone to mind their own business...

Were it not for the mouse that gnawed a hole in a church organ, the Christmas carol "Silent Night" might never have been heard outside Austria.It was 1818, a snowy Christmas Eve in Oberndorf,...

Okay, just one more Christmas story.  One a little more recent.  As I was trying to get a little Christmas spirit, I rummaged around the closet that has a little bit of everything in it including...

It's Christmas Eve, 1969 and I've got to work the midnight to 6AM shift at the radio station. I don't really want to work the shift. I'd rather be at home in bed awaiting Christmas morning with my...

When I was a freshman in college in 1964, I had the opportunity to be Santa Claus for a group of children at an orphanage.   I had a great time and it really warmed my heart.  It was a little...

I've been thinking about family Christmas traditions. They were never thought of as traditions. They were just things that were done every Christmas without even thinking about them. I guess the...

Growing up in central Texas in the late 40s and early 50s, I heard all and knew the words to most of the Christmas songs, but really couldn't identify with them.  They were about stuff I knew little...

The only time I saw hard liquor in the house when I was growing up was at Christmastime.  There were no bars that sold mixed drinks in my hometown in the early 1950s.  Only Honkytonks that served...

After checking all the catalogs, then going to all the stores, it's time to write my letter to Santa.  I've got a list and it's long with ten or fifteen "I wants".  This a big time for me in the...

Right after Thanksgiving in the early 1950s, my hometown became magical. It became filled with the magic of Christmas. It was everywhere! Downtown,,uptown,,all over town. There was a special place on...