Author Archives: Russ

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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WHO ARE THEY?

The couple who walked into our dining hallwere new to the old folks there. They gathered so many of our gazes.  Was he a significent-otheror just a brother?           Maybe they’s been married to each othera … Continue reading

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I BUILT A BOAT

If you call getting a boat kit in the mailand spending about fifty hours assembling itbefore you felt confident that it would floatthen I can say “I built a boat!” And then I sailed it!I sailed it around the Long … Continue reading

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IF I WRITE ABOUT IT

Not much goes on around herethat is of great interestso I thought I’d submit some newsthat reflects our curremt rendezvouswith excitement. Bob said that he was aboutto have his toenails cut. And then he did  —but when I saw himhe … Continue reading

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AWAKE SMILING

The dream portion of my headallowed me to rise up out of bedand go walking through some woods —through some Yankee woods. My sleepmate was beside meand together we crunched some leaves’til we came to a levee. There we stoppedand … Continue reading

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MEMORIES AND IMAGINATION

I’m tempted to deal with old age when considering the Muse — either with my problemsor those of my peers.But the elderly are tired oflistening to too much sadnessand those youngercan’t even grasp how it really is.So what’s left? Actually plenty!:MEMORIES AND IMAGINATIONcan … Continue reading

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LOST DREAMS

The dream was so vivid. I remember being moved. But when I went to retrieve itit was not there. Tried as I mightI could not  bring it back. Its absence was something I mourned. So real to me in the middle … Continue reading

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LEAVING A LEGACY

The first “band” I played inwas in the second grade.I played “the sticks”.Others played trianglesand things that you shake. A few years laterI played the drums in junior high —then in the high school band and orchestra —then in a … Continue reading

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