Category: My Memoir
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Why Memoir?
It’s not just that I want you to hear my memories. We’ve all had that experience when we were young, that boredom as the old ones tell us the same stories for the hundredth time. I felt it with my father. At some point you will cross the tipping point, where you will realize one day you…
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Petercave Road
“We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time. “ Most Americans think West Virginia is the middle of nowhere. And most West Virginians think the little town of Wayne is the middle of nowhere. And the good people…
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Isaac’s testimony
Out of the blue he turned to me and said: “Daddy, yesterday in church I read the story of the Good Samaritan, and I felt Jesus enter my heart and my mind was filled with good thoughts. ” March 22, 2009
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And Isaac Rustled Like the Wind
Barbara and I walked in the park after dark, hand in hand. The gravel paths shimmered from the moon, and the moon’s twin floated in the flat creek. The voices of other walkers were muffled by the warm air. The trees stood stories high and rippled in a slight wind. Long after we might have…