Posts belonging to Category Remembrance of things past

The betrayal of Scooby

When I was child, I enjoyed childish things.  Like Scooby Doo and The Monkeys.  I loved Scooby, it introduced me to the concept of mysteries and crime fiction, something I love to this day.  I liked Velma’s irrepressible nature and her insistence on the rational.  There are no ghosts.  There must be something behind all [...]

Fred and The Big Burg

When my mom visited recently, she brought me a copy of Fred Thompson‘s new book Teaching the Pig to Dance: A memoir of growing up and second chances.  Fred Thompson grew up in Lawrenceburg and this is memoir of his growing up, but as much about the town viewed through his eyes as it is [...]

Best laid plans

So, England finishes second in Group C and doesn’t get knocked out.  Excellent.  That was an agonizing 90 minutes, but at least England led for most of the game.  They play Germany on Sunday.  Not so good. C’mon England.  I sure hope Fabio has them practicing those penalties. And USA finishes top of the Group [...]

A Piece of Internet History

via dukenews.duke.edu How does a gal from small town in Tennessee end up living in London and working with local government in England? It’s all down to Usenet, of course. And now it’s shutting down. DURHAM, NC — This week marks the end of an era for one of the earliest pieces of Internet history, [...]

It’ll grow out

Before my son was born, I made my husband promise that he would never, ever, ever let me cut the boy’s hair.  I have a bad history with barbering. I’ve cut my brother’s hair a few times. Mostly when I was a teenager and he was just a little kid.  It never turned out well.  [...]

Facebook fail

Facebook is a great way of promoting your town’s events.  The State of Tennessee has a great Facebook page to promote tourism.  But this question on my hometown’s Facebook fan page is just a little too Jeff Foxworthy and immediately draws some close to the bone humor.  Was this quite the effect they were hoping [...]

If a body catch a body

J.D. Salinger is dead. I just saw someone Tweet that they had powerful memories of the first time they read Catcher in the Rye. I remember my second time better than my first time.  The first time I think I stayed up quite late reading it – couldn’t sleep til I finished it.  I believe [...]

No little thing

About a decade ago, I spent a large part of a holiday taking an oral history with my grandfather.  It was a fantastic experience and I recorded around 20 hours of tape.  Over the years, I managed to transcribe the tapes…a slow and painstaking process.  I’m not a bad touch typist, but I’d never learned [...]

The Bloody Bucket

I’ve been proofing the oral history I took with my grandfather about a decade ago.  I’m planning to get it printed up via Blurb.com (unless someone can tell me of an easier text-based self-publishing company) and give it to family members for Christmas, so there’s an actual deadline to this project.  Problem is  I hate [...]

Unsportsmanlike conduct

When my brother and I were in Budapest in the summer of 2005 I got an email telling me that a high school friend Terry Adams had died. I told my brother and he said “Terry thought a lot of you. Every time I saw him he asked about you.” For the whole time that [...]