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In memory of…

of those in my life, and of course beyond, that served in the toughest of times and to those loved ones that waited, supported and endured their own fears. Such sacrifices have been made far and wide.



“By the time you’re eighty years old you’ve learned everything. You only have to remember it.” George Burns (1896-1996)

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take my hand…

down memory lane


in memory of….

Risk is attached to planting/nurturing a plant in memory of a loved one. This lavender rose was planted just after my Mom passed. The first few years were a bit concerning, but this year it is starting off with a beautiful flair.

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An elder can’t quite recall how to…..

once visions of wood

strong hands and a nimble mind

created keepsakes for grandkids

now the ravages 

of a stroke and cloudy mind

leave projects sitting still

the memory betrays

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Recipes (In your head?)

In the rush last night to prepare a dish, a traditional holiday treat, my wife could not recall the proportions of the ingredients. This is a dish she makes maybe three times a year. She has never written down the recipe…it all was in her head. After several calls to friends, with whom she had previously shared the recipe, she lucked out and got the details.

Old family recipe card

My dear, departed Mom made, without question, the best Potato Salad I have ever tasted. Nothing has ever been close. Problem is my Mom never wrote down the recipe and for whatever reasons never shared it with the women in her life. I never thought to ask. She passed on and the recipe didn’t. Lost. Yes, attempts have been made to mix and match ingredients to replicate the dish but really no success. 


So, you already know where this is going. Write down the recipe. Share those recipes. You can enjoy someone else attempting to match your special dish or, shudder to think, improve upon it. Some of you have very special dishes that were handed down to you. Share the knowledge and as I said write it down. Should your memory suddenly fail you, the simple card will save you.



Recollecting the Past………….

It was a warm, slightly humid night this evening. We sat on the deck gazing East toward the mountains. The clouds were pushing upward and then spilling over into majestic shapes. In the distance, we heard thunder. My father-in-law shook his head, as he often does. It is a prelude to the common themes we share these days. The memory, in the present, falters now. The past memories, recited often, are clearer and bring to mind his struggles as a young man, husband, father, farmer in the Dakotas.


He hasn’t farmed in over forty some years. The weather, destroyed crops, fading health and the clarity of the hard future ahead caused him to move the family and contents West to Oregon. Although he never farmed again, his upbringing and young adult life leave little doubt he somehow is still a farmer. He can describe in vivid detail the life, the hardships, the failures from fifty years ago. He can’t recall having given this same story ten minutes ago. No matter. It’s the way of things. You roll with it, staring up at the clouds, thankful the mosquitos are at bay tonight. 

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He looks tired tonight, disheveled. His pants have that faint coating of sawdust from the shop. The belts askew, the shirt partially untucked. His hands, the gnarled, strong hands have never stopped working. He points a crooked finger toward the clearing sky and remarks on the color of the clouds and the threat of something passing. He asks if he has ever told me about why he left the farm? No, I say, what happened? 

I am melancholy in listening. This is a fading life style, a tired man. I want to hear it over and over, while I can. My heart wrenches, I catch my breath and refocus on his words. Every single word.


Memories…Of the Way We Were

“One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.” Rita Mae Brown



Is That All There Is My Friend……………..?

“Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that’s all there is my friends, then let’s keep dancing
Let’s break out the booze and have a ball
If that’s all there is…….

Peggy Lee

Perhaps this is, sometimes, what is meant by being a ‘Star’ in that the history, legacy hopefully transcends any manmade remembrance for some. Below is the headstone for Francis Albert Sinatra. ‘If that’s all there is’.  Our legacy, in some small or grand way has to be more than a marker or windblown ashes. Although I like those cemetery searches too.


Benchmarks: Photography (30 Years Apart)

Bucky 1983The above picture was taken on a cloudy, Fall day in 1983. The building is part of an old pioneer/indian village in The Dalles (Oregon). I thought it would be interesting to go back to this area and see if the village buildings were still standing and ask the model (my wife) to again pose in the same building window. So today we headed up to The Dalles. It was a cold, blustery Fall day. We located the same building/window from 1983 and attempted to set up the shot as before. The lighting was bright, the wind ferocious and the attire different. But, the outcome was successful! Most importantly, the model, wasn’t disappointed with the results.

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