Assumptions and Judgements

Assumptions and Judgements

The saying, If you don’t have anything nice to say, come sit next to me, has many versions and attributed to numerous people, but the sentiment still rings true. Somewhere along the way, we have become a world of outspoken opinions, often feeling anonymous as we add...

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Memories

Memories

When my mother passed away, at the age of 58, my dad was lost. She was the love of his life – his rock. I never doubted their bond, or their connection, but after discovering what they went through in 1955-56, as chronicled in my memoir, Kept in the Dark, I finally...

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Puddin’

Puddin’

My parents had two puppies, when we lived in Miami, with the unoriginal names of Li’l Girl and Li’l Boy. Li’l Girl made the move with us to Tennessee and was the dog that jumped out of the car when my mother, Joyce, was pulled over for speeding, as she crossed the...

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You were there

You were there

"Some days the memories still knock the wind out of me..." —anonymous My parents wanted to take me out to dinner for my birthday, December 11, 1984. My mother was getting weaker and her cancer was taking it’s toll on all of us. I had recently purchased a wonderful...

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Aspic and Audacity

Aspic and Audacity

In 1977, my father purchased, at auction, a two-story office building in the midtown area of Nashville. One entrance faced Broadway and the other, Division Street. It had been built as a residence, but through the years and several additions, had become a commercial...

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Six Degrees of Separation

Six Degrees of Separation

Six degrees of separation is the idea that all living things and everything else in the world are six or fewer steps away from each other so that a chain of statements can be made to connect any two people in a maximum of six steps. —Wikipedia As I began to write my...

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Party Lines and Hotlines

Party Lines and Hotlines

My grandmother’s home had a black rotary dial telephone, sitting on a small table, beside a straight-back chair, in a dark corner under the stairs. As a child, I can remember my mother talking on that phone, for what seemed like an eternity, when we would visit my...

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Fashion and Family

Fashion and Family

Christmas morning at the York home was always an embarrassment of riches. My parents loved surprising each other with their gifts and of course, doted on me. As a teenager, I followed suit and always bought the unexpected, special present. With money saved from...

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And Then There Were None Part 5

And Then There Were None Part 5

Alice, the baby of the York family, was 17 years younger than my dad. He called her Poochie and she called him, Bubba. She loved to tell the story of when I was 7 years old, and was the ring bearer in their wedding, in Richmond, Virginia. All dressed up with freshly...

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And Then There Were None  Part 4

And Then There Were None Part 4

My father lost his mother when he was 11 years old. His father remarried and they had two daughters, my aunts, Peggy and Alice. Through the years, I always felt closer to Peggy. She was feisty, opinionated, and as I found out in later years, a habitual liar. She just...

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And Then There Were None  Part 3

And Then There Were None Part 3

She was born, Barbara Ann Broadway, but to me, she was always, Bobbye. She was the youngest of the Broadway girls (only 15 years older than me), and lived to be the oldest. Bobbye married at a young age and, she and my uncle Bill, had two wonderful children. My...

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