Monthly Archives: November 2018

I AM A VETERAN

I took on wearing the Navy blue before the end of World War Two. Not long after I became a seaman the war ceased and there was peace. I was soon released from duty. But my reaction to it all … Continue reading

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MY HAMMER

There it is tucked away behind a chair with its handle visible – so visible to me, rising out of a modest tool box that I fashioned many years ago. When did I start hammering? I sometimes wonder Perhaps I … Continue reading

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TELL ME IF YOU CAN

She took me aside and told me that she doesn’t want to get any older – this in spite of the fact that she still has a good husband. She’s moving quite close to one hundred. Maybe she just wanted … Continue reading

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MY DNA BRISTLES

What can I do as an old man tucked away in a high-rise that offers care to folks with white hair and to those with none and to those in various stages in between? I can complain – but I … Continue reading

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DRYING CLOTHES

I hear the clicking sounds – sounds of wet clothes drying – clothes going round and round until…… It’s a good thing for us no clothes line is required to do it like folks used to do – when wringers … Continue reading

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