During WWII, before my father deployed, my parents moved all over the US. This month, my mom is changing address again, 3rd time in 21 months. She rangers on, I long for the stability of the homes she created.
Category: family
Emma Gray
I asked her not to smile.
breakfast
three hots and a cot
Hollywood
We are older.
Landon White Trigg
Father, husband, brother, uncle, friend… A very very very good man.
(obituary)
June 30, 1926 — June 11, 2012
road trip
This is a posed picture. My mom can walk. Works on it everyday. Big cerebral event two months ago. She hadn’t been in a car in nine weeks. What American does that? Beautiful weather, I proposed a test drive, “where would you like to go?”
She said, “I’d like to see my brother.”
So we did.
Drove across town.
Pausing for a
photo.
SGB and JSD
reminds me of this
Hail Mary
Watched Charlottesville marathon runners in their twenty-first mile course down Woolen Mills Road Saturday. I try to avoid sport similies, metaphors and analogies, they are verbal shorthand, they cheapen speech. (I’ve recently received a lot of schooling on the Creed of Golf so I have little appetite for hearing sports=life.)
I admire the grit of marathon runners, their persistence. One foot in front of the other. To the end.
life is like that
GEC WHE
Gray and the Colonel both loved working with nature, in nature, the worse the better. Slash and burn, plant plant plant. Lucky are we to be alive, in the garden.
Rest in peace
