Marge and I being married in 1960
Marge’s 1961 birthday photo
Marge's 1961 birthday photo
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Tag Archives: grief
R. F. & M. F. – End of Chapter
“MY GRANDFATHER’S CLOCK” Words and Lyrics Henry Clay Work “My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf, So it stood ninety years on the floor; It was taller by half than the old man himself, Though it weighed not … Continue reading
Posted in Marital difficulties, Relationships, Vegas 1980-1990, Vestal
Tagged clockwork, college, death, driving, emotions, grief, life, love, Marge, marriage, memoir, mind prober, misunderstanding, National Guard, Personality testing, relationships, road travel
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Bride – Child
Horses are beautiful animals. How useful they were to the human race for travel, farming, hunting, making war, racing, etc. As a boy, I remember them still being used as work animals, primarily for plowing, harrowing and otherwise tending to … Continue reading
Posted in Binghamton, Marge Writing, Marital difficulties, NY, Syracuse, Syracuse University, US Air Force, Vestal
Tagged abandonment, Air Force, anger, baby, emotions, grief, Marge, marriage, memoir, misunderstanding, moving, New York, pregnancy, rejection, students, Syracuse University
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Till death do us part
We married in 1960. The service was conducted by the chaplain of the S.U. chapel and as I recall the ending of the marriage vows finished with the phrase which is the subject of this post. This is then followed by … Continue reading
Posted in Syracuse University, Uncategorized
Tagged grief, grief recovery, marriage, memoir, mortality
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Autumn 1959
“I found this tonight and somehow I wanted you to know what it says. It is very lovely. I love you very much. EBB says it much better than I can, although she spoke to a different “Robert” 1959 begins … Continue reading
Posted in Syracuse, Syracuse University
Tagged Dannemora, dating in 1950s, driving, graduation, grief, memoir, New York, road travel, students, Syracuse University
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Marges Stuff
The photo above is a composite I made of some of the blouses and T shirts that were left after Marge died. Who would have thought that such a simple task could be so gut wrenching? I suppose I did … Continue reading
A Tale of Two Candles
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” I figure, if I am going to imitate, might as well do so from a writer of note. And so, Charles Dickens seemed to fit, just a little … Continue reading
55 Years Together 