Category: (Family)
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What Would Granny Say
My Granny Tharpe was not what one might consider proper in the way society defines proper. She was a bit gruff and a bit tough and altogether one of the neatest people I have ever known. She was such an odd combination of tenderness and toughness, of kindness and strictness, of femininity and don’t mess… Read more
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Whiskey Slough
Whiskey Slough is a magical place for me. It’s filled with mystery and mosquitoes, memories and moccasins, alligators, allegories and the cool green shade of summers past. When life begins to weigh upon my soul, I often find myself journeying back some fifty years or so to a memory nestled beneath the outstretched arms of… Read more
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Diamonds and Stones
At last I had found peace; peace and quiet and a calmness of spirit that I hadn’t felt for a long time. It was late summer back in 2006, and my ordeal of prostate cancer was almost over. At least the surgery and acclimating myself to the changes in my life were nearly over. That… Read more
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Whittling
I have often written of my Granny and Grandpa Tharpe. They were two of the best grandparents a kid could ask for, in my opinion. Grandpa was kind and gentle, soft spoken and graceful in his own way; and since he worked for Borden Dairy, he also had access to fudgesicles from his truck, which… Read more
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Words Are Cheap
The best I can recall it was early August, the dog days of summer in the panhandle of Florida, and hot enough to make your eyeballs sweat. I was in Granny’s backyard doing what young boys did back then in a time before video games or Ritalin. I was digging holes, looking for catawba worms,… Read more