CategoryMemories

My Mom’s Sense of Humor

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My Mom left this earth in 1987. She didn’t take everything with her. She left me her sense of humor—thank goodness. After World War II, my Mom opened a beauty shop/flower shop combination in East Point, Georgia. Not that many women owned businesses at that time, but my Mom was undaunted. If any wholesale florist run by a man or any other man she dealt with in business thought they...

WEHS & WE—a Collection of Additional Memories

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After I finished the WEHS Book, a couple of people e-mailed me, and asked if I planned to do a sequel. Physically I probably could not have done it. Mentally I probably could, because I had everything down to a routine. That’s not to say that everything ran smoothly during my nine month journey. The first two weeks were a disaster. I had e-mails coming in, stories coming in to a degree, and...

A Different Kind of Lonesome

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This will be the first Christmas there is no one left of the family I grew up with. True I have my wife and son and daughter, but the absence of those I knew early in life does produce its own lonesome. Doodle Bug was the last to die earlier this year. I sure hope God has a few hours to listen, because Doodle could outtalk anybody I knew. A conversation with her on the phone meant I had to go...

And Your Favorite Song Is?

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I like a variety of music. Some even classical. Johann Strauss. Anyone who says “On the Beautiful Blue Danube” is not one of the prettiest songs ever written is tone deaf. Beethoven’s Fifth is a little strong, but you have the softer side of Ludwig B with “Fur Elise”. Bach’s too heavy for me. Liszt comes in lighter, but I never could adapt to his songs. Mozart could cheer you up with some of his...

Funerals Are Peaceful, Right?

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Not always. My father was in the burial vault business—the manufacture and delivery of burial vaults. Depending on how many funerals he had in one day, he might go on a funeral himself, as we called it. He and an employee could only make one funeral in a day, and if he had four or five on the same day, employees scattered in different directions with the vaults. This was in my young days, and...

Reflections on the WEHS Book

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Reflections on the WEHS Book. Quick background. From August, 2013 through April, 2014 I compiled a book of memories written by folks who went to the same high school I did—West End High School. There were also some life stories. The book is called, “West End High School Memories and More”. One of our classmate artists did the cover for the book. West End High School in Birmingham, Alabama...