If You're Going My Way, I'll Walk With You

An on-line diary of sorts.

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Saturday, January 28, 2023

Be happy

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It's a pretty grim world out there. Each day brings some new incomprehensible horror.  Has the world gone mad?  I don't understand w...
Saturday, January 21, 2023

If the story of your life had a first line, what would it be?

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These days, sitting in my straight-backed chair waiting for my bones to knit, often just staring at the floor when I get tired of looking ou...
Sunday, January 15, 2023

Happy days...

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 ... ? Oh, my Lord!  I'm beginning to miss the Navy! The fun part You can always dance, wherever you are, whatever you have to do.   It ...
Thursday, January 12, 2023

The Question

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  "It is not only what we have inherited that exists again in us but all sorts of dead old ideas and beliefs.  They are not actually al...
Wednesday, January 11, 2023

A Good life

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 Still limited in my ability to get around and mostly stuck sitting bolt upright, trying not to move my upper body too much, I've been t...
Monday, January 9, 2023

Dancing the blues away

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  W hen I'm able to dance again, I am going to go down to the rec room when nobody is home and go to that big old stereo with the gigant...
Friday, January 6, 2023

I'm still a Guambat!

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 I spent some of the happiest days of my life in Guam.  I do yet remember it and all the people I met there fondly.  I still own an ocean-fr...
Wednesday, January 4, 2023

Tidbits through time

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 Some old photos... Just married, 1909. Kids get a bath every Saturday whether they need it or not.  Stove is made from an old 55-gallon dr...
Saturday, December 31, 2022

Times change

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 When my mom dug up that vodka flask that I mentioned in an earlier post, she also found some other old stuff that she had long forgotten ab...

Spam!

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My dad loves Spam.  He likes fried Spam sandwiches and Spam hash and Spam sushi and...well, anything with Spam.  But he especially likes Spa...
Friday, December 30, 2022

It's not a sin to be alive

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  A story about a mother's love...for her son...and not her daughter. When Gertrude Stein was dying, and knew that she was dying, she tu...
Wednesday, December 28, 2022

The blahs

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 Having to be pretty immobile while my ribs knit, I'm getting restless.  I even have to sleep sitting up as it is too painful and advers...
Saturday, December 24, 2022

When it was ours

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  Christmas Eve, 1942  

Christmas Eve

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 Home-made gingerbread cookies, candy canes, fruitcakes, plum puddings and pumpkin pies, candied apples and popcorn, egg nog and fruit punc...
Thursday, December 22, 2022

Winter endings

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  There is a certain slant of light On winter afternoons That oppresses like the weight Of cathedral tunes. When it comes, the landscape lis...
Monday, December 19, 2022

Together in dreams

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“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.” ― A.A. Milne ...
Tuesday, December 13, 2022

Line shack

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Life is stranger than any of us expected, There is a somber, imponderable fate. Enigma rules, and the heart has no certainty. ― Richard Eber...
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