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There was a time early in marriage when we lived the good life.
Everything was just perfect and we were all free of all strife.
This poem discusses our life in the green valley at home
In Fritch, a small town in Texas, where purple sage is grown. Continue reading
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Being a parent means you have to answer hard questions,
This poem is of time with my daughter Tamara in a session.
I’ve tried to recall the questions she asked that day,
Hoping I did not lead her astray with what I did say.
I published this poem about 3 years ago.
I saw it again and I sure did like it so.
So I’m rerunning from that time long ago,
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Carp
Sometimes it is fun to catch rough fish such as carp because they grow so big and put up a big fight. On at least one occasion, it was not only fun to catch them, but it was also very profitable. Here’s the story. Continue reading
The Injury
I have heard that if you start with a single written message and have a person read it and pass it on verbally to a second person, then the second person pass it on verbally to third person, then the third person to a fourth person, the final message will be so twisted that it will not even resemble the original message. This proved to be the case for me shortly after I got married. Here’s the story.
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The Good Life
During the early 1970’s shortly after Pam and I got married, we lived in Arroya Verde (out in the boonies at that time) in Fritch, Texas. We had one neighbor across the street and one on the street behind us. The area was brand new. Our time at this location turned out to be what I call the Good Life. Here’s the Story. Continue reading
Some of my fondest memories occurred when my two daughters were very young. Also there we’re some memories that are not so good that were real learning experiences for both me and my daughters. The following memory falls into the learning experience category. Continue reading