Author Archives: Russ

SHORT ON MEMORIES

Sometimes I read autobiographiesand though usually quite interestingthey make me feel deficientbecause I remember so little of my past. If I were to try I might assemble a few paragraphsto lay out the memorable events of my lifethey would consume … Continue reading

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THOUGHTS WHILE BEING LAID BACK

While being laid back in a beautician’s chairto have my hair shampooedI thought about the fact that within  two hoursI’d be laid back in much the same fashionwhile sitting in a dentist’s chair. The money spent to wash and cut … Continue reading

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A TAD OF OLD AGE ENVY

I wish I was without envybut do not have the meansto stop its lurkingas I weigh my past. I read a bit and watch TVand see so many folkswho’ve done so much. Too late for me to change my pastI … Continue reading

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MEASURING TIME

There was a time  when time was not measured :no rock formations or sun dials —no Big Bens or grandfathers’ long pendulums–no pocket’s holding tick-tocks —nothing on bedside tables or on mantles —no neon numbers to tell us of minutes … Continue reading

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My Clock

I made the cherry clockseveral years ago —that is, I fashioned its faceand made room behind itto hold a clever little devicethat holds its “works”. A  small shaft pokes through its faceto which one can attach handsthat go round and … Continue reading

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MY POACHED EGG

As I tapped the eggon the edge of a nearby glassand felt its shell yieldmy fingertips tightenedand I pulled. Moving my chicken’s giftover  a pan of hot waterI opened its shelland dropped a golden yolksurrounded by a syrupy massthat turned … Continue reading

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AS REALITY SHRINKS

As one’s reality shrinkshis memories expand’til one’s realityis mostly remembering. Old photos, if enlistednurture many of our  thoughtsof days gone by. But they have their limitationsand compete with body issuesthat can intrude uponthe blessings of our yesteryears. Sometimes we would … Continue reading

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MANIPULATING

My memoriesplay peek-a-boo with me. They come and gowithout my arranging. But now that I have many yearsI have time to stir them up —and even have the audacityto make some changes —usually to make me better than I was. … Continue reading

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WHEN I OPEN UP MY MOUTH

Sometimeswhen I’m  in the mood for self pityI open up my mouth soliciting  responsesand though I may get what I seekI am seldom satisfied. Sometimeswhen I am in the moodfor a peanut butter and jelly sandwichon raison breadI open up … Continue reading

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THE COUNTY JAIL

The county jail of York, MEwas about a hundred yardsfrom the Congregational parsonage. I lived in that parsonageas one of its ministersback in the early fifties. I never thought to visit the inmateswho lived across the street. True, they didn’t … Continue reading

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