I’ve talked before about my little hometown of Greer, South Carolina. Except for short summer family vacations to the beach, or visits to see aunts, uncles and cousins, Greer was…
Continued from Part One. With fuel tanks full, we still had another night of camping on the river and a half-day’s travel to Savannah. As planned, we left the spare…
Easter at my grandparents’, Ethel and Ned’s house, was one of the big four holidays I looked forward to every year–Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter and, though not really a holiday, Summer,…
My never-satisfied wanderlust has led me on trips ever since I was old enough to enjoy exploring, even if it were only a few miles around our home. When my…
After writing about Bimini recently, the story opened more memories of how much I enjoyed my many trips there over eight years of the 1960s. Part of the fun was…
Early on Monday, March 8, 2021, several large orange trucks converged on North Queen St. This had obviously been planned for some time. Not halfway down the street near Church…
In 1926, when my grandfather, Edward Richelieu Minus–known as Ned– moved his wife and five children to Greer, South Carolina, he was 44 years old. My father, the youngest…
My mother was a 100%+ mother. More good memories than I can relate here. Perhaps one of the greatest compliments I can pay her–even today–after she has been gone for…
A few weeks ago, I saw a woolly bear caterpillar–the first one I’ve ever seen in Maryland. Most people would not have seen it or taken a second look. For…
I don’t think of myself as a “writer.” At even the suggestion of that, my high school English teachers would be spinning in their graves. Late in life, I’ve labeled…
Last week, following January 6, I expressed my concern for our country, our government and its leaders. After that article, I decided I needed some time to think about what…
To be clear, my Christmases in a small southern town seventy years ago, where three generations of both sides of my family lived, would have been a challenge for Patton’s…
My part in the Thanksgiving gathering for the last couple of years has been to cook the turkey. Last year’s bird was a fine plump 22-lb. fellow. I prefer cooking…
I do not mean just frightened. There are probably many among us who have felt fear in a foxhole, or from an angry wife. I’m not talking about that kind…
I don’t remember the year, but it must have been the mid-sixties. I was working at The Ponte Vedra Inn and Club. For some reason, my boss and mentor, Ebbie…
