Personal History / My Own Words

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I miss my Pawpaw.  All of this research on my family’s ancestry and reading about where his parents came from has brought him to the forefront of my brain.  I cite him as a large factor in who I am today.  He was a very “take no shit off people who have nothing better to do than fling shit your way” kinda guy.  I wish I could have had him in my life beyond my High School years.  I am sure he []

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There was a point in my life that I was sporadic and crazy and down for whatever at the spur of a moment.  The above picture is proof of that.  Coney Island, NY.  It was the day they were closing a lot of the area down to allow for another homogenized high rise to go in.  My daughter and I found ourselves there to document the event, to take picture-memories and to have fun.  She egged me to jump crazily from a []

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I miss the days of childhood when I was oblivious to all the stresses the grownups faced, the arguments, the financial concerns, the health scares.  Back to a day when I was the center of attention oftentimes for my Grandparents.  When they were alive to offer their wisdom and in my eyes were gods on earth.  I miss trips to Florida with Mawmaw and The Old Man.  I miss those carefree days.

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Hello Blog, my old friend.  It has been a number of weeks since I wrote last.  Surgeries and recovery and selling Dad’s house and all. It has been a little consuming on the mental front.  Today is my first full week back to the grind.  Thought I would start it right and write. I have been working on old photographs and tracking my ancestry.  Seems fitting as I feel a little out of sorts with “who am I?”  Don’t be mistaken, having []