JURY DUTY

Received a summons today to serve on a state “petit jury.”  A small jury?  A jury of small people?  A jury of little consequence?  Anyway, I responded with Arlo Guthrie’s line to the draft board on “Alice’s Restaurant,” “I wanna Kill!  I wanna Kill!).  No harm done. I don’t imagine the little people on a little jury would have the opportunity to bring about the…

When The Ice Goes Out

May 6th, 2014 IN THE NATURE OF MEMOIR Edward

Your mention of the ice has reminded me of what is perhaps the major event of the year up in Danforth, Maine where I served as a boy Methodist Minister for a couple of years. Danforth is located near a major lake: East Grand Lake (11 miles long. One mile across). In winter, the ice gets to be at least two feet thick: thick enough…

LOSING SHEEP

Nov 23rd, 2013 IN THE NATURE OF MEMOIR, Uncategorized Edward

LOSING SHEEP Friends sent me a St. Pat’s Day animated eCard: a dog chasing a leprechaun and letting out a flock of sheep in the process. It reminded me of this experience: We were spending my first sabbatical in England (going home again, for me). We lived for six months in a typical West country village, with 13th century church, garden cottages, a manor house–the…

The Sound of Music

Oct 31st, 2013 IN THE NATURE OF MEMOIR Edward

I’m reminded of a tutor I was sent to when I flunked freshman year of HS (that’s High School :-). She was the widow of a former Superintendent of Schools. Lived above shops on Leominster’s main street (in retrospect, I think she may have owned the block). Stacks of books and 78 rpm albums were piled against the walls of her rooms–rooms which reeked of…

Let My Sheep Go!

Mar 17th, 2011 IN THE NATURE OF MEMOIR Edward

Friends sent me a St. Pat’s Day animated eCard: a dog chasing a leprechaun and letting out a flock of sheep in the process. It reminded me of this experience: We were spending my first sabbatical in England (going home again, for me). We lived for six months in a typical West country village, with 13th century church, garden cottages, a manor house– the works….

THAT YOU, ALAN?

Mar 20th, 2010 IN THE NATURE OF MEMOIR Edward

My aunt Edna and uncle George and two cousins, Alan and Norma, lived in Nuneaton, England, close by Sherwood Forest. My parents and I visited frequently. I spent a couple of weeks there in the summers. I can remember us, as toddlers, all three in the kitchen sink being bathed by my aunt. When we got older we would be taken to Sherwood Forest where,…