Memory

A Perfect Pumpkin

“Pick out which ever one you want.” I can still hear my father’s voice. “I want the best one, a really big one!” I’d always say, then we’d sort through the pile of pumpkins at the local supermarket, picking up one, then the next, singling out a few likely candidates, comparing and rejecting until we […]

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A Personal Arcadia – Part 2, Blurring the Lines

Above: The Arcadian or Pastoral State, Oil on Canvas,  a part of The Course of Empire Series, by Thomas Cole, 1836 According to Merriam Webster, the English word “garden” traces its origins back to the Old High German word “gart”, an enclosure or compound. This of course implies a place separated from the outside world.

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A Trifling Matter

My grandmother, who we called “Mamaw,” was born in northeast Texas, a product of a pioneer family from the southern US that settled in Nacogdoches around the time of its founding in 1779. Like the rest of the family, Mamaw’s speech was peppered with colorful phrases and descriptions  I often find myself remembering  and sometimes

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