Category: columbia city
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Remembering Susie
Obituary originally posted here. Photo slideshow: https://www.tributeslides.com/embed/CFSIFRAM/dem10727/11m61217470d60e0 Obituary May 14, 1946 ~ August 6, 2021 (age 75) Susie Elizabeth Duncan Sexton, 75, of Columbia City, IN, passed away unexpectedly Friday, August 6, 2021, at her home. Born on May 14, 1946, in Fort Wayne, she was the daughter of Roy and Edna (Lewis) Duncan, who, in her words,…
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In a Sense…a Broad!
As I consider myself nothing nor nobody more than Peter Sellers in Being There or at my liveliest as Inspector Clousseau, it is difficult to make “Susie” sound interesting? I am proudest of being the Mother of Roy, whom I consider the person I would most wish to be. I grew up in a very…
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Secrets of an Old Typewriter Press Release – Picked Up by Talk of the Town
Press release for Secrets of an Old Typewriter picked up by Talk of the Town! Here is the link… Columbia City’s Susie Duncan Sexton, a Talk of the Town columnist and new author of “Secrets of an Old Typewriter: Stories from a Smart and Sassy Small Town Girl,” recounts with humor, verve and insight decades…
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First Review!
From Myrna Bailey: “Susie, I just finished reading your book [‘Secrets of an Old Typewriter’] and it was delightful. I loved reading about all the Columbia City people, most of whom I know. Ralph was pleased that you mentioned his name in it :). Looking forward to your next one. Love, Myrna” Thanks, Myrna!! My…
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Blue Bell Memories
rom the Secret Columbia City page on Facebook… Sue Eberhard Kobuki: “Does anyone remember the Blue Bell factory? I worked there during the summer to earn money for my first car.” Thomas Steiner: “Yes, I sure do remember the Blue Bell factory.” Annette Melvin: “My Dad used to work there.” Vicki Meier Bigger: “Started working…
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Thanks to those who never wavered for a second and never will — how impressive you are.
This pig wrestling escapade was truly the oddest experience of my lifetime. I shall never be the same, and I do not even know what to think. Totally exhausted beyond measure. Grateful for those who came through for another species and gladly overwhelmed by the unqualified support from so many. Disillusioned with the status quo…speechless…
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Sad I am? Ha!
I do not LIKE “green eggs and ham” nor… computers…nor LinkedIn…nor pop-ups…nor naysayers…nor politics…nor some pundits…nor that OTHER party. Dr. Seuss, I miss you. Kurt Vonnegut, I miss you, too! And so it goes. Thinking of you both and trying to see the humor in this confused and confusing messed up world! Sad I am?…
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I wish I could have graduated high school early … at age 6!
What a lovely note and photo I received this week from my buddy Jan Morsches … always nice to get surprises like this! Bobby Morsches is the “date” and my mom made the dress! We were at the American Legion building at the 1952 prom. I must have been 6 on my way to other…
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That successful effort certainly shines forth as the highlight of my high school days. “Bye Bye Birdie” in Columbia City
“That successful effort certainly shines forth as the highlight of my high school days.” – yours truly about playing Rose in “Bye Bye Birdie” in 1964, the first musical performed in Columbia City High School’s Newell Rice Auditorium. 55 years later, Columbia City High School brings “Bye Bye Birdie” back to the CCHS stage this…
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Happy New Year.
This nostalgic professionally photographed family picture boggles my mind. What a serene looking group. Why did this attractive couple have one more kid? Me? Often told by a sibling, to avoid induction into World War II, BUT the war was over…sorta? I, referred to as the “black sheep” later by a nephew, (who is almost…
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“Here I Do Be With Hat in Hand” – An Ode to the Campaign
a poem???? here i do be with hat in hand… imploring that you understand…. that for some unknown patriotic reason… hubby wishes to become a small town mayor for a season. he loves all people everywhere… me? for animals i mostly care. he’s a conservative republican cat… i’m a progressive, free-thinking democrat…. stop by this…
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FOLDING NEWSPAPERS–Pulp Fiction OR Reality?
Why are newspapers reducing the voice of the people to American Idol status, with SIMON Legree types comfortably yet precariously poised at the top kowtowing to whichever side provides the most revenue while encouraging on-lookers via sophomoric surveys to hoist thumbs up or down? BTW, don’t forget to pre-pay for your obituary. Our currently raw wound of a…
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Angels Among Us
Returned from a divine lesson in human resiliency, a lesson which occurred at our truly friendly and fun RICHARD’S RESTAURANT–neither a planned seminar nor a church service, simply diners and staff chatting, most listening intently. An upbeat couple, routinely spreading cheer on a daily basis, shared their experiences combating an unwelcome challenge from a fleeting,…
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What good are ‘railroads’ without engineers?
Granted, I do not understand grants. This robbing of Peter to pay Paul circular activity gains a sterling reputation certainly among grant-writers, whose audiences consist of tax-payers who have evidently contributed enough revenue that sums lay within treasure chests all across the land, just waiting for extraction–our money–from us! According to a city councilman Tuesday…
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Susie, In a Sense…a Broad!
As I consider myself nothing nor nobody more than Peter Sellers in Being There or at my liveliest as Inspector Clousseau, it is difficult to make “Susie” sound interesting? I am proudest of being the Mother of Roy, whom I consider the person I would most wish to be. I grew up in a very…
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SO, TELL US, WHAT ELSE IS NEW?
Youthful indiscretions? Oh, so many! I recall co-starring in STOP THE WORLD–I WANT TO GET OFF while in my twenties. I portrayed the long-suffering wife, as well as multiple mistresses, of a philandering, self-obsessed politician, and the two of us sang to each other for two and 1/2 hours. My ambitious husband, Mr. Littlechap of…
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Does ANYBODY Ever Feel Our Pain?
Feel a song coming on! OR a fable, parable, fairy tale…since I don’t wish to injure anybody’s feelings. Allow me to illuminate a local problem, perhaps a universal one. This is a story of two councils as well as of some sorts who opine that it might be “good to be (Mel Brooksian) king”. It’s…
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I WONDER
Once upon a time, small town newspaper editor Hester Adams published my positive yet refreshingly anticipatory teen-aged poem extolling the virtues of Christmas circa 1960. Annually, somewhat tediously, Charles Dickens’ A CHRISTMAS CAROL, in myriad formats, reminds us to set aside bitterness and past injustices while reaching out to our fellow-men. Perry Como crooned, perkily…
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THE GAME OF LIFE? NO CONTEST! My Attempt at CATharsis — Meow! =^..^=
“Gentlemen, start your engines!” Seriously, if I qualified as a gentleman, I would refuse to start my engine. Not unlike Marlon Brando, George C. Scott, Katharine Hepburn, or Sacheen Littlefeather, with regard to races and/or contests and/or competitions, I am a non-believer. Fighting others to win laurels is an unattractive, pointless endeavor and significant maybe only…
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INTUITION AND INSTINCTS AND BUMBLE BEES! OH, MY!
“What happens at Georgetown Prep stays at Georgetown Prep!” ~ current Supreme Court nominee As I lounged sleepily on a lawn chair three summer seasons past, I devoured a ROLLING STONE article about this blondish fellow named Donald Trump, a guy presently stacked in my musty basement, he being featured on umpteen PEOPLE Magazine covers highlighting zippy, scandal-hinting essays…
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TRANSITIONS–“Through the Decades”
Quite like a restless King Tut, I yearned to avoid a rut. Wide-eyed, toured a marketplace so Victorian Everything everywhere, yet no DeLorean! Repurposed bricks, mortar — transformed from Presbyterian church– Its irony hurled me into conflicted “museum” lurch. Realizing tombs, spires, stained glass, pyramids and kitty cats Cannot be “taken with you” unto the great hereafter–(RATS!)…
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“THE YEARS TEACH MUCH THE DAYS NEVER KNOW.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Edgar Allan Poe has nothing on me. My severe depression I could maybe downgrade to but a “funk”; however just as the lead singer with Heavy Metal “Iron Maiden” recently penned a new book from the depths of despair forgoing the hunt and peck system and instead scrawling upon yellow legal pads, I likewise someday…
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“FORWARD: USE AS YOU SEE FIT–LOVE YOU!” ~ Roy Sexton’s Email Subject Line!
What follows is the text of my speech from the glorious May 9th grand opening of the Historic Blue Bell Lofts – there were more than a few asides not captured here … for those, go to video! “Four Score and — Five Years Ago”…seems like only yesterday…and we are all still wearing our durable Wrangler…
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STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS TRAPEZOIDAL HAIKU RIFF/RAP
(Impressions of the Season) “The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to … let it rain.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Never forget that old adage — April showers bring May flowers!) Spring & Wing Ages & Stages Trampolines & Magazines Nestlings cuddle & Raindrops puddle Bicycles whizzing & Lemonade fizzing (Limericks? Sonnets? …
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CHRISTMAS GIFT! CHRISTMAS GIFT!*
(*title borrowed from a chapter of a “Miss Minerva & William Green Hill” a dear old Southland book my mother once read aloud to me–seems like only yesterday…) Sat straight up in bed…me, the eternal free-lancing archivist…and woke up my slumbering cat friends…hobbled downstairs garbed neither in kerchief nor stocking cap but definitely clad in…
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GOODBYE, GOODBYE, MISTER MASSEY!
“You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.” ~ Abraham Lincoln “Whoopsy daisy!” ~ Bill the Butcher “Strange things are happening!” ~ Red Buttons Attempting to pound out yet another nostalgia column–even when the future…
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THE SECRET OF CHANGE…
“Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.” ~ Abraham Lincoln And so the story goes: as a toddler, I left the party in the living room as I stumbled past all of the clinking cocktail glasses, above my determined gaze, and…
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RUB A DUB DUB…Pitfalls of a Nostalgic Mind-Set
Now, this may not be pretty, but the telling of it is a necessity. Set nowhere at all in California like some Raymond Chandler detective novel to be revived via an atmospheric beach-front film noir hard-boiled crime drama, this piece is happening in Columbia City, the Land-of-a-Very-Few-Choice-Lakes. I am not the first sort of writer…
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SUBMISSION TO “ALFRED HITCHCOCK PRESENTS….”
(With an Homage to Cinematic Hitch!) My Wikipedia googling capabilities seem to be on the fritz, Dear Fabled Master Director, thus I’m unable to recall the evening of and the time — registered by the chiming of the old grandfather clock in the corner — for your suspense-inducing broadcasts during television’s Golden Age of perpetual…
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REUNION REVELATIONS
“It’s a shallow life that doesn’t give a person a few scars.” ~ Garrison Keillor Dental floss, Vicks Vaporub applied to both flaky ears, Q-tips, copious facial creams, and tweezers rise rapidly to the top of the list of personal beauty products when tempus fugit(s)! Comfortable yet quasi-tailored clothing — which covers every square inch…
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JONI, I HARDLY KNEW YE…Confessions of a Dormant Hippie!
www.youtube.com is my second home…my escape from the madness of life…a retrieval of song lyrics that inform while simultaneously lightening my soul. Interest is revived in continuing to endure the pitfalls of life. Hoosier author Kurt Vonnegut swore that music all by itself proves the existence of heaven. Despite such photographic YouTube video-clipped time-warped evidence as…
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IN A CIRCLE AROUND MY HOUSE
As I gleefully recall, I honestly believe that Walt Disney’s Cinderella provided my maiden voyage into the wonders of cinema. That event occurred so very many yesterdays ago when American animation would never be surpassed–a uniquely authentic and creative time arguably lost to us in our 21st century. To this moment, whenever our courthouse clock issues forth…
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THIS IS THE LIFE: BLOGS & DOGS!
Attorney and former neighbor Earl Tison, whom I desired to adopt the moment I met him, exclaimed frequently, “Susie, if anybody should start a blog, it would be you!” Computer-less at that particular time, I had no concept of precisely what he might be suggesting, as a consequence of myriad moon-light porch chats at his…
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ORIGINAL “SPIN”, CHILDHOOD FRIENDS, & A LIFE LED BATTLING “-ISMS”
Publisher Rick fired off an e-mail to “Homeward Angle” Susie inquiring where I might have gotten to, after this deplorably lengthy “Climate Change” winter of my discontent. My reply lies herein: Incredibly, John Lennon and I have much in common…”all I am saying is give peace a chance!” I’m totally convinced that the aforementioned 60s…
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ONE FROM THE HEART–TO “CAROL & CORKIE” WHEREVER THEY MAY BE…
Time passes too quickly. More than 60 years ago, I rushed home from another tedious yet edgy school day, quite impatient with our West Ward School’s patrol boys (crossing “guards”) always impeding my progress. So impatient to rip off their plastic yellow banner-straps strung across their little, puffed up chests! Your 15 minute show, “Carol & Corkie” sponsored…
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Blue Bell Factory Revisited
Published by the Whitley County Historical Society – Columbia City, Indiana Vol. 25, No. 1 – February 1987 BLUE BELL BUILDING: Important to Area’s Economy – Work Clothing Produced There Many People Remember Blue Bell The daughter of the man some people refer to as “Mr. Blue Bell” in Columbia City has chosen to write…
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JUNK FOOD ADDICTIONS & GOURMET PRETENSIONS
Yes Ma’am and Yes Sir! Immersed in the Old South for longer than a half century, I applauded a steady stream of what I perceived to be genuine sweetness and the spirit of both uninhibited jocularity and spontaneous fun. Lately, I figure my approval of Southerners ended at my own front door…through an accident of…
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Who Knew? Ricky Gervais and I on the Same Page!
“The creative adult is the child who has survived…” – Ursula K. Le Guin (borrowed from my Marshall Memorial Middle School Language Arts student circa 1968, Robin Zeigler Walker) “Hey, now you’re acting like…Jesus!” A younger than young feminine voice registered in the highest decibels from the backyard trampoline immediately on the other side of…
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Blue Bell ‘Choraliers’ lead me to reveries of Jones Bakery
Hi, readers! On March 18, I sent an e-mail to Jennifer entitled “AN EARNEST REQUEST FROM THE OLD TYPE WRITER WHO ADMITS TO KNOWING NOT EVERYTHING THERE IS TO KNOW!” My letter and genesis for this column follows here: PART ONE — Hi Jennifer! Remember when you discovered one of your missing school medals around…
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FUR-EVER FRIENDS
Jo Ellen Adams, authenticated “Daughter of the American Revolution”, belonged to my sister Sarah who patterned herself as a kid after the petite, energetic, plucky little girl who lived in the large, elegant, brick, Civil War Era farm house on the outskirts of town. Sarah’s pal seemed to inhabit the original Disneyland and frolicked daily with…
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WEST WARD STORY: BRAVE HEARTS & BULLIES READY TO RUMBLE
Born and raised in Indianapolis, author Kurt Vonnegut attended Shortridge High School, a setting which contributed to his wit whilst only marginally damaging and corrupting his sprightly soul. My favorite of his novels announces Kurt’s intent via its one word title, “Slapstick” — which provided my most beloved quote in all of literature and which…
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FILING FOLDERS FULL OF…FRIENDS!
Seriously, where oh where are Ralph Bailey, Gordon and Brian Anspach, Evelyn Stemen, Phil Leininger, Nancy Schwartz, Mary Ann Poffenberger Briggs, Bob Kellogg, Dr. Jules Heritier, Steve Jones and Lucy Langohr Grant? For a while they enjoyed spending some time paper-clipped together in a grouping which facilitated my awareness of their location. Eventually these people…
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May the True “Salty Dog” Win the 2012 Race…
President Barack Obama qualifies for my vote to be sure! I supported Hillary Clinton in 2008; eventually “Barry” won my heart and most recently impressed me mightily with his acceptance speech at the 2012 DNC. However, I am open-minded enough to appreciate the poise, charm and good lucks of Mitt Romney in spite of his…
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“Dear Old Golden Rule Days…”
“Grandma Louise” Easterday frequently exchanged original poetry with my mom, as the two ladies seated themselves beside one another in the exact same Jackson Street Methodist church pew each Sunday morning. Mother composed her creative verses via a script typewriter, since she held little self-confidence in her usually hasty handwriting, and slipped her compositions inside…
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THIS HAPPILY HAUNTED HOUSE
Each month delivers the angst of writer’s block, i.e. seeking a column idea. What story do I tell that I have not already shared? My preference, for the approach of September, focused on animals’ rights to thrive until old age, via a treatise heavily populated with many like-minded heroes I encounter in my activism. Local…
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“WISHING YOU WERE SOMEHOW HERE AGAIN” *
Treasured memories linger in our minds to be nourished in our hearts. Frequently, retrieved thoughts — centered on those who nurtured us, laughed at us and with us, instructed us, cared about our welfare, and encouraged our talents — sustain and strengthen us. Blood relatives flood genealogical charts and function as pen-and-ink illustrations upon family…
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A LITTLE TURTLE GOES A LONG WAY
(or A LITTLE TRAVELER’S BIG TAIL/TALE) On a crisp autumn 1986 morning seeming as if only yesterday, wood-carver Stuart Smith and his wife Ada, the premier cook of this or any other community and who might never be equaled nor surpassed not even by Paula Deen, approached our front door carrying a pail holding “Traveler”…
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Lessons Learned in Kindergarten –Twice!
“Just what makes that little ol’ ant think he’ll move that rubber tree plant? Anyone knows an ant can’t move a rubber tree plant!” ~ Sammy Cahn “No, Uncle Jim, I do not wish to start going to school to learn to be smart. I’d rather stay at home and be just like my mommy…
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“A STITCH IN TIME…SAVES NINE!”
Bustling about vacuuming, I gingerly avoided three or four disembodied hairballs deposited by two of my best friends ever, Tristan and Isolde, kitties named after legendary star-crossed lovers who cohabited in the Middle Ages. Nice save! I deserved — break-time! I willingly succumbed to Facebook monitoring where I discovered a lively string of conversation which had been prompted…
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“Once Upon a December…” and Hello, 2012!
Without one doubt whatsoever the final month of each successive year sends me into an absolute tailspin! December’s always super-special within our family, for several glorious reasons, and outdid itself in 2011! Some new folks entered our lives. Darlene Wright, Teresa Dowell and Nelleen LaFever wrote beautiful letters of appreciation sent to our mailbox. Jerry…
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Passing the Baton
“Live each day as if it will be your last. Remember that you will only find ‘tomorrow’ on the calendars of fools. Forget yesterday’s defeats and ignore the problems of tomorrow… Take the baton, now. Run with it! This is your day! Extend to each person, no matter how trivial the contact, all the care…
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Thankful … to Think Outside the Holiday Box!
Christmas arrives but once a year — and years fly by too swiftly! We are manipulated and subliminally motivated by commercialism, expectations, obligations, traditions, and mounting hysteria—and then after an ulcer-producing build-up, the party’s over and next year zips forth toward a repeat performance. Senator Al Franken often spoke at collegiate commencements, as an adored…
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Cornerstones, Time Capsules, Freemasons, and Five Cent Cigars
Thomas Riley Marshall might have good-naturedly joked that rather than a “big fish in a little pond”, he managed to become a “little fish in a big pond” in Washington, D.C., as Vice-president of the United States during two terms from 1913 until 1921. He notably spoke humbly of himself, going on record as the…
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Snoopy’s Revelations of Dark & Stormy Days & Nights
Snapping string beans, husking corn, repositioning sprinklers, washing cars, scrubbing dogs, and watering geraniums leisurely fill afternoons assuring that summer’s a fixture as sun-beams dapple lush green lawns. Aromas of newly mown grass blend with exhaust fumes of motorcycles. Flower beds and clay pots offer up every vibrant hue found in rainbows. Outdoorsiness’s charm and…
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Second Thoughts
Thomas Wolfe discovered that he could never “go home again” to his mother’s Asheville boarding house in North Carolina after becoming famous for candid record-keeping of his youthful experiences within that Southern community. James Dean and his LIFE photographer got denied access to the Fairmount Junior-Senior prom, held at Jimmy’s former high school, for a…
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Never Been Kissed?
May’s celebrations run the springtime gamut from Mothers’ Day Through my birth-date to culminate in soldier’s wreaths on display. Lilies of the valley bloom, bowing down soon to peonies, As June debuts officially to kick off summer’s soft breeze. Memories of angst, somewhere within this frolicking time frame, Produce reflections of society’s once forced dating…
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Jock Interrupted by Philo
Sure, sure, so Joanne Peabody Bates performed cartwheels alllllllll the way home after school. Her mom, Phyllis, would peer outside and then swing wide the screen door, judging that her freckle-faced, double-jointed grade school kid might land somewhere inside the kitchen shortly after her daughter’s sneakered feet sailed wildly past the window above the sink!…
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Once Upon a Time…
Blustery wind gales, accompanied by Rice-Krispie-like snappling of sleety teensy hail-nuggets, assaulted our front porch. Wicker furniture, evoking pleasant sunny summer memories, squeaked forlornly out of sync with a perturbed, ferocious mood-swing of Mother Nature. Motion-lights highlighted confused weather patterns which scooted planters hither, thither, and yon. Pajama-clad, I groggily approached the front door, opened…
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LITTLE HOUSE ON…the Back Lot!
Tab Hunter, Lyle Bettger, Alec Guinness, Doris Day, Audie Murphy, Curt Jurgens, Sessue Hayakawa, James Whitmore and Gloria Grahame all lived in my back yard in the early fifties. So did Johnny Lillich, Craig Langohr, Jill Whiteleather, Steve More, Lester Gaff, Jane Ann Morsches, Mary Ann and Martha Squires. Still wishing that Bobby Morsches mighta…
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An Investigation into “Everlasting Gobstoppers”*
Beloved melodies and lyrics which touch this heart of mine Range from poignant to perky, yet quite often seem to align With life’s pattern which causes despair and despicable grief — “Waiting” hammered home – lingering — with no promise of relief. Critiquing Carly Simon who laments “Anticipation” Or ignoring “September Song” — a tune…
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“BLUE CHRISTMAS WITHOUT YOU”
“Write it tight; write it bright; write it tonight.” ~Jay Greene Christmas arrives but once per year and both speeds up activity and slows down time itself as a stream-of-consciousness slide-show of vivid, or blurred, images of memories crowd the mind: My mother whizzing to the top floor of Wolf & Dessauer’s Department Store, via elevator, to stand in…
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Fiddle Dee Dee, I’m Thankful for Russell Crowe
My name might as well be “Maximus Decimus Meridius”, and I am here to explain myself and my family and how we classify as GLADiators. Sure, we count our blessings every November and then give mighty thanks for…stamina! Personally, I defend spider monkeys as I chastise NASA, who brought manKIND Tang, for daring to consider radiation experiments on those sentient darlings with the…
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Playing the Hand One’s Dealt
(“You play the hand you’re dealt. I think the game’s worthwhile.” ~ C.S. Lewis) Admittedly, personal discussions which focus upon politics, religion, finances, in-laws, the questionable necessity for either camouflaged Rambo-type hunting or Betty Crocker-ish canning and preserving, “Which arrived first, the chicken or the egg?” or “Is it acceptable to wear white after labor day?” all qualify as verboten. Where does…
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One Season Following Another, Laden with Happiness – and Tears (a lyric from FIDDLER ON THE ROOF)
October concluded with much pageantry in the early ’50s as “gypsies, tramps and…” pirates (sorry, Cher!) paraded around West Ward classrooms, often returning home through snowflakes. Meandering around yard signs advertising this guy and that guy running for political office, we diminutive students, suffocating beneath our masks, not only dressed up for Halloween back in the day but we also voted in mock elections. …
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Snow Globes, Grape Vines, and Hockey Pucks
“Susan Duncan, your mother’s on the telephone?” head-librarian Mrs. List half-questioned. One of the sweetest ladies in town, she slowly wandered throughout the entire square footage of Mr. Peabody’s namesake “bibliotheque”, ducking in and out of the aisles among towering shelves of books and artifacts. Juvenile fiction, biographies, autobiographies, novels, reference works, globes, ship replicas,…
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Ask Not, Unless You Can … “Handle the TRUTH!”
Ask not “for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.” Dismal connotation aside, this poetic admonition guides us from questions to undeniable conclusions. Google English poet John Donne. School beginnings approach earlier year after bustling year. Seems summer fun has just begun, and clanging bells and droning buzzers herald that programmed education must now commence. This fact of…
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“…Summer of our discontent made glorious…” by a Father and his Daughter.
Defamation of Character? Not my idea of a fun summer! I descended from a long line of “characters” who could circle the globe 85 times and then extend all the way to heaven and back 16 more times. We know whom we are. We like whom we are. We are whom we are. Flood-gates burst…
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Sonnets from the Porch – and Geese
Midnight approached quickly. What an active 24 hours of advocacy on behalf of local wild-life, not found in taverns but rather the world of nature. Printer loaded, Talk of the Town’s account of Squawk Back activities entered into scan mode. Vtech phone jingled off the hook. Information from a dear friend, freshly home recuperating from…
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At Home with Scofield, Remington, Victor Mature & Jack Benny
Chapter Two. Please be advised that if readers wish to clip out my monthly columns and then staple them all together one day, a pattern may be detected and possibly even a theme. I commence now where I departed, nearly in mid-sentence, on July 29, 2010. Travel at your own risk. Cliff-hanger formats tend to…
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Scofield, Remington, Victor Mature, Ben Hogan & Everything In Between
Neither controversy nor conflict are any fun whatsoever. Sunday School, Mother’s letter-writing, Daddy’s golfing foursome, double-feature movies, and a relatively stable family life strike me now as rich blessings, generally brimming over with love and merriment…and plenty of fun. Upon review–and throughout a lifetime of observation–I applaud those past years while approaching the conclusion of…
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Look Homeward Angle
Ruth Stanley and I have been friends for 24 years. I met her for the first time when I substituted in the Home Economics Department area at the high school where I incompetently supervised a study hall situation. All these years later, an opportunity to write a newspaper column presents itself. Having written voraciously for…
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A Dog Story and A Cautionary Tale
Winter of 1983 settled in, and my freshly dismal world crashed around me. Saddest season of my 37 years of living. Daddy, aged 37 the year I was born, died of a massive cerebral hemorrhage one month past, when October leaves turned orange, yellow, red. Surrounding, oppressive gloom weighed heavily as I slouched all nestled…
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“I can relate…a Donkey Tale situated between a rock and a hard place”
Succinctly stated, one is “damned if one does and damned if one doesn’t” attempt to articulate formulas for reversal of the goofy decline of our nation. Evan Bayh, maybe some folks “hardly knew ye”, but I met you 47 years ago during the final year of JFK’s presidency. You cheerfully walked beside each of your…
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Transitions: On the Road Again toward Nonconformity
Curmudgeonly poet Robert Frost’s “road less traveled by” transformed the rest of my life at the precise moment I devoured his verses which spoke directly to my soul forevermore. His collected works occupy an entire shelf in my personal library. Amidst the clutter, trivial turmoil and aftermath of that blast referred to as Holiday Season…
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Star-Struck Among the Notorious, the Rich, the Famous and the Legendary
Facebook’s “applications” run the gamut from Mafia Wars and Texas Hold ‘Em through responses to provocative quizzes resulting in “totally accurate” personal profiles all the way to exchanging of mixed drinks, pumping bling-blinged-up hearts, cuddly stuffed toy animals, smiles, hugs, or pearls of wisdom. In the wee hours of the morning, not one of us…
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Wedding Belles
While “big” sister Shirley busied her petite self raising three kids at her Thorncreek Township farm, “Aunt” Sarah and “Aunt” Susie remained at home in town lovingly clipping out paper dolls, replicas of Ava Gardner, Debbie Reynolds, Betty Grable, Liz Taylor, and a gigantic Esther Williams. The crinkly wardrobe of that Million Dollar Mermaid consisted…
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Sensations and Sensibilities of a Schoolyard Sissy
Time warp! Down memory lane without a net! Sequential account of the “stages of man” (or woman or, if preferred, “boys and girls”) rates as an assignment which is too tedious, too glorious, too horrifying. Must clump bodies of valuable information into categories of sights, sounds, smells and “socialization.” West Ward, the very sound of…
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Those Dear Hearts and Gentle People
Angie, beautiful and vibrant and enough younger than I that she could be my daughter, recently moved next door, with her husband and baby girl, into a house I have loved all of my life. I like her very much. Ralph Kramden depended upon Ed Norton. Dennis the Menace tormented Mr. Wilson. The Ricardos and…
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Once Upon A Time…A Slice of Corporate America Dined at Club 30
“Uncle” Walter Cronkite died this summer, thus childhood memories flooded my thoughts reminding me that I also referred to that wizard named Disney as “Uncle Walt”– Siamese twins to this mind, one of these giants quite sober and investigative, the other animated and magical. Delightful ghosts, whom I once actually could hug “hello” and “good-bye”,…
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Summers of Swans and Mermaids
Aiming for the Daughters of the American Revolution Very-Best-Junior-High-History-Student-Ever honors, I shot for the stars in 1960; although I had “aced” every test, I suffered and watched as somebody else strutted down the aisle and climbed onto the stage, at our Walnut Street (formerly West Ward-Columbia City High School combination) gym-a-torium, to receive that prestigious…
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“Come back to the corner of Van Buren & Main, Jimmy Dean! Jimmy Dean!”
Sometime during the summers of 1955 or ’56, my big sister Sarah and I engaged in our happy walk of a couple of blocks to attend a block-buster which our mother recommended. Edna, an avid reader, boasted often, “Hmmmm, this movie…not nearly as good as the book,” and the transplanted southerner usually wasn’t “just whistlin’…
Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels 