Moments

I am putting these stories here because the experiences expressed have been of such an indelible nature. They have lain mostly unconscious or at least unaccessed until recently when they began to surface. They seem best suited to the pen and not pastel and have asked to be told.

Once Upon an Early Spring

It was an early spring for Md. in 1955.

Fall of ‘53

The fall of ‘53 was grim.

Spring 1970

One early spring afternoon I was standing at my window in my apartment on St. Paul Street in Baltimore.

Little Dove

Yesterday we found a small Dove in the hedge bushes of our home.

Reluctant Little Soldier

My earliest memory is of being born.

Rudolf and Bubbing

Rudolf was a reindeer, famous for being the 9th and youngest reindeer, and for using his luminous nose to guide Santa’s sleigh.

No Longer Young

Drinks with Kathy

A slim shiver shook the elderly woman’s shoulders a little as I expelled the cold ear-mold cream into both ears. She relaxed, as I told her it would only last a moment.

Plea

Yogi

One muggy summer day in 1956

Johnny Fox

Johnny Fox died. I loved him.

Catch With Dad

I was eight, playing catch with Dad after Sunday school in our backyard.

Grandmother Crawford

We were coming home from my Grandmother Crawford’s house on Bear Creek. As often happened during the summer I had just spent a fun week at her house on the far east part of the city and my parents had come to collect me.

Taylor Manor

I once had a 9,000 pound bread truck run over me.

Forest Haven

In 1973 I was an employee of the D.C. government, working at an institution called Forest Haven.

Freddy Barth

We had lived in Severna Park for less than a year when we had a visit from the Barths, a family of four, friends of my parents from our previous home in Baltimore.

Nick

The sound of popping flooded the interior of the bubble we played tennis in.