As a child in Brooklyn, the first notable event in my family that came after the Christmas and New Year's Holiday was my maternal grandmother's (and her twin brother's) birthday. This year will mark the 111th anniversary of their birth on 23 January 1906. At a family reunion back in October, my mother and her … Continue reading “Money Cake”- Tales from 4th Street
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The Perils of Disproving Family Legends
I am knee-deep in genealogy paperwork this weekend. A package from the National Archives containing the military records of my great-grandfather, Sidney J. Kelly, Sr. spilled over 100 photocopied pages across my table that probably have not been disturbed since the 1920's at a time when his widow was seeking assistance with pensions and death … Continue reading The Perils of Disproving Family Legends
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Man Cave Formal, 2017
This is an update to my post from yesterday. At about 12:11 am, just after the New Year's kisses and hugs were wrapping up, the phone pinged. The "Man Cave Formal, 2017" arrived. Because he posted it on FaceBook, I have no issues with putting it here as my first post of the year 2017. … Continue reading Man Cave Formal, 2017
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Looking Forward, 2017
It is once again New Year's Eve. I am ending this year in the same place I began it, along the Herb River in Savannah. It is really the place I want to be because She is here. That is more than enough to make me happy. We all have rituals that go along with … Continue reading Looking Forward, 2017
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The Case for Pardoning Hillary Clinton
I am sure this will elicit a backlash from those who want to "Lock Her Up". I am also pretty sure that her still stunned supporters will protest that she has already been cleared of any wrongdoing and should not be investigated. But, hear me out. A protracted investigation will do nothing more than increase … Continue reading The Case for Pardoning Hillary Clinton
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When you say nothing at all…
The song When You Say Nothing At All sticks in my head, and it is a frequent companion on my travels between the Tidewater of Virginia and the Georgia Low Country. In fact, I have more than one version of it. One that gets played on the southern journey and one that plays on the … Continue reading When you say nothing at all…
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The Space to Write
The largest room in my house is the master bedroom. It actually could be divided into an office and a bedroom. There is a bay window area that is home to a desk that is perpetually covered in old family photos waiting for a turn in the scanner, snail mail and Blue Ray discs of … Continue reading The Space to Write
Michael's Monologue 