RECORDING MOMENTS IN TIME

1016 Canton Ave, Elmira, NY 14904 It’s all good. Well, school sucks. What do I remember? I remember always being the little guy. Quiet,...

One more story from Allen Street… Yes, I could walk to school, what maybe ten minutes to school and fifteen returning home, but I seemed...

Confronting fear. My uncle was visiting one evening when the lights in the neighborhood flickered out, and dad was at work having been...

I caught the German measles (or three-day measles, Rubella) and spent a week confined to my bed with a do-not-scratch mandate. Sponge...

500 Beecher Street, Elmira, NY 14904, with parents, then… Nights are still an issue. Admittedly, I must confess, afraid of the dark. I...

As a married couple, with Dick serving in the military and no permanent vocation, we moved around on a somewhat regular basis. On the...

Marriage. There were many details not considered while single; autonomous. I should have known. Looking back is always 20/20, they say....

There was a cloud of fear in the air or, if not outright fear, at least a sense of ruffled caution. Bars on the windows, blackout shades,...

Why Brooklyn, New York? Dad was serving a second tour in the United States Navy, currently stationed at the Brooklyn Naval Yard. This was...

There was another family living in the cellar, way to the back, separated by a long, gray hallway. I cannot recall ever seeing adults,...

I did not know what I was missing. My “world” was small, limited. Unaware I existed in a major municipality. New York City composed of...

Social life, you ask, nonexistent. An Adventure, not so much? Here we are in New York City filled with attractions, including: Statue of...

Checking to ensure our windows covered, and the doors latched, I observed with dread the clock ticking away. Chores completed. Smell of...

Hallway lights have dimmed as I “wiped” the last of the flatware, metal cups, and then folded the towel while mom put away the plates and...

Our lives marked by a series of events, established along an invisible time line with an ascertainable starting date and an ambiguous...

Given a time machine, this is where I want to visit. I have sat at my desk, observing photographs, wondering, creating in my mind...

This story, my story, built on memories and records, is my attempt to share a personal perspective, to reveal why I am. My source...

This morning I googled the term death (06.18.2022) and received 5,820,000,000 results. Clearly over vast periods of time the word, the...