In 1962 when I was ten, a shopping center had opened a few blocks away and a local newspaper had announced that today the Wienermobile would arrive for the grand opening.
Life Memories | Past Reflections
A heartfelt thanks to everyone. I have often written about how quickly time passes. Seconds disappear before our very eyes, with little or no conscious acknowledgement of them.
When mature enough to start reflecting on the voyage of my life, I was surprised to find out how little documentation there was that I’d ever existed.
I’d always enjoyed creating pen & ink drawings and seemed to have a knack for arranging lines in pleasing patterns to suggest a rich tonality.
Coromandel Peninsula, parts of this place are like heaven on earth and I feel very blessed to have had the privilege of growing up and holidaying here as a youngster.
I purposely never became a certified gemologist from fear it would compromise my ability to sell them, I nevertheless studied these stones and feel competent to discuss them.
That Christmas I’d given Mrs. C. a red leather jacket that looked stunning on her. Since we were soon to leave for Italy, a land famous for fashionable leather, I decided to buy my wife a high quality matching purse.
Like many Catholics, I grew up enthralled by the story of Francis of Assisi, patron saint of animals and the environment. Francis and I both shared a profound love for God’s creatures…
Dad, affectionately known as Ochiagha, always worked super-hard, and we used to joke at home that we needed to schedule an appointment with his secretary to see him.
I’m receiving pictures from fellow bloggers showing snow-covered front lawns and backyards, reminding me of the first time I saw snow. Mrs. Chatterbox was an Army brat and grew up in Germany where snow is plentiful, but for me snow was an elusive mirage constantly out of reach. The Santa Clara Valley, home until I […]
I was a nerdy kid ( I was an artist, chess player, member of the Latin Club, poet, devotee of ancient civilizations and skilled puppet maker) I also collected stamps.
This is the history of a chair, nothing as important as a throne or relic, but it has been in the Chatterbox household for forty years—our so-called bordello chair.
A curtain was pulled back and figures emerged from darkness in a shaft of light—a half dozen cloaked musicians with medieval instruments.
Shortly after our dangerous train experience in Bara (Here if you missed it) we reached Brindisi and spent the day in the old harbor waiting for a ship to take us to Patras, Greece.
When I left the UK to move to the USA, I did so under the objections of my father. I assured him I would focus on my studies and follow the right path.
Aside from the city dump, my grandfather’s basement was the next best thing to kid nirvana. It had a musty under-the-house smell,
“Yes, but only if we can cross from one ocean into another,” I answered when Mrs. Chatterbox asked if I was interested in seeing the Panama Canal. Most cruises only take you to Lake Gatun at the halfway point, where you reverse direction and return to your port of origin. For me, crossing the entire […]
Gas was cheap when I was a child, and like many Americans my parents would pack up the kids for Sunday road trips.
While traveling through Germany in the seventies, Mrs. C. and I took a train from Bitburg to Füssen in southern Bavaria to visit Ludwig II’s iconic Neuschwanstein
Bifurcate is one of my favorite words, even though it sounds like something you might do after eating bad sushi.
If you’ve ever wondered what it would be like to be a psychiatrist, here’s your chance. Grab a notepad and prepare to diagnose.
About fifteen years ago, Mrs. Chatterbox and I flew to Tahiti where we boarded a ship for a cruise through French Polynesia.
Recently while shopping I was reminded of someone I hadn’t thought of in years.. My art degree hadn’t opened any career doors for me, but..
First posted 8/03/11
Mrs. Chatterbox and I recently dined at her favorite bistro in a fashionable part of town not far from where we live. After being seated, I placed my napkin on my lap. When it dropped to the floor, …
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Each Father’s Day, I experience my father’s absence differently. Some years, the memories are wistful, and other years they are reflective. However, one thing remains constant and that is my gratitude for his influence on my life. I know we each come to this conversation with different stories, but, my prayer for each of us is that we will use our experience and memories of this precious relationship to make a
It’s known that fathers have a special bond with their little girls and they have been given a huge ability to influence the lives of their daughters. Based on the relationship with the daughter, father’s influence can go either way – positively or negatively. Building this bond through girl’s childhood and teenage ages can be […]