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Pulling the String

September 1, 2022

gloomI woke this morning in a mood.   I suppose I don’t have to specify what kind of mood it was … in a mood has acquired its own connotation of BAD.   On days like this, it is sometimes a labor to drag my old ass to our office to do what I call my Morning Practice.  A few spiritual readings, journaling, a prayer or two, and a gratitude list.   I close with poem from Garrison Keillor’s Good Poems and an impressionist painting of the day in A Year in Impressionism.  I am not a poetry guy … I’d say 35% the time I don’t really get the days poem but maybe 10% of the time, one will really move me.  Today was such a day.  The poem was Woolworth’s by Mark Irwin.  It is astring wondrously simple reminiscence about wandering into a Woolworth’s Five and Ten (that was cents, people) on a cold winter’s day.  You can read it here, if you are interested.   On those days when I find a poem, I usually spend some time Pulling the String on the web for information about the poet and to see what anyone else thinks about the poem.  Google Mark Irwin.  Google Mark Irwin’s Woolworth’s.  Google Woolworth’s. (more…)

Friday Favorites 8/29/2014

August 28, 2014
Our First House in Yorba Linda

Our First House in Yorba Linda

This is probably a peculiar post, so let me explain how it happened.  I decided I would like to post about all the places I’ve lived … with pictures … on my Dad’s Legacy Blog that I’m building for my kids and grandkids.   I decided I wanted to post a picture of every apartment, dorm, room and house I’d lived it.   My wife Muri will tell you I can get a bit obsessive when I take on such a project.  The places that were truly home were easy … I had pictures already scanned.   I found an old picture that shows my dorm at the University of Connecticut and I found a picture of my freshman year dorm on the Stevens Tech website.  That left Google Maps Street View to find the rest.  In some cases, I didn’t remember the exact address and had to eyeball my choices.  One apartment has been torn down and another, I haven’t a clue where it was in Newton, MA.  Anyway, by the time I finished, I didn’t feel like starting on a Friday Favorites, so this is it.   I’ll understand if you decide to skip it.

I was thinking this morning about how many places I have lived in my seven decades.   I was born in New Haven, Connecticut and spent the first couple years of my life living with my Mom’s parents.   There are a few pictures of me and some relatives in that neighborhood but no memories.  When my Dad came home from service in WWII, we moved to a small apartment on The Boulevard in New Haven.  It was a neighborhood full of young families, so there were lots of kids to play with, many of whom I still remember with a little assistance from some old photos from my Dad’s house.  I had my first best friend there, Roy Winchester.  In the summer before I started fourth grade, we moved to small ranch house in East Haven, Connecticut.  They say that home is where the heart is, but some places have more heart than others … I would call 650 Bradley Street home for nineteen more years, even though I went away to college after 13 years and off to work after 17.  For college, I spent a year in the dorms at Stevens Tech, in Hoboken, NJ, a year in an apartment in Waterbury (while I attended a branch of the University of Connecticut), and two years in the dorms at the main campus in Storrs, CT.   When I took my first engineering job in 1966, I first rented a room in Brookline, Massachusetts then moved to an apartment that I shared with a UConn classmate in Newton, MA, not far from where the shootout with the Bostan Marathon bombers took place.  I would take a room in Newport, RI when I changed jobs until Muri and I got married. (more…)

Starting High School

February 1, 2014

This is a post I’ve written for the Dad’s Legacy Blog I’m writing for my children and grandchildren, but I think it gives an insight into how education has changed in the almost seventy years I’ve been on this planet, so it fits here on Older Eyes – Bud’s Blog in that it provides Reflections from an Older Perspective.

EHHSI started high school in 1957. Elvis Presley’s (Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear was number one on the pop charts and Around the World in Eighty Days would win 8 Academy Awards, including Best Picture. Gas was 31 cents a gallon, not that I cared yet. East Haven High School was an old brick school established in 1936 and it looked pretty dated to a young man coming right from the brand new junior high. But that didn’t matter … we were hitting the Big Time – high school. We collected at the corner of Bradley Street and Laurel Street to wait for the bus, as I recall, about a dozen of us. I was a four foot ten skinny kid with a pompadour, car door ears and and a brain that made school … at least the academic part of it … easy. The social part would take time. (more…)

Looking Way Back

January 7, 2014

Buddy HS GradI moved away from East Haven, CT, immediately upon graduating from college, and although I returned sometimes to stay with my parents, I spent little time within the confines of my hometown.  As a result, I have had very little contact with childhood friends.  The only exception was my friend (and the best man at my wedding), Russ, who we kept touch with … and occasionally visited for a number of years after we moved on to California.   And as things go, life and career and parenting got busier … and I lost touch with Russ, too.  The point is that my wife, Muri, is the person in my life with whom I have the longest common history and that only goes back to my junior year at UConn.   When my Dad passed away a few years ago, several neighborhood friends showed up at his memorial service with tales of our antics in the woods behind our house and our basement, but for the most part, there’s not much to trigger East Haven nostalgia. (more…)

Legacy Blogging

August 1, 2012

In the last ten years of his life … at least until the very end … my Dad experienced a kind of Renaissance in his life.   He had been living alone in the little house I grew up in since my mother passed away 10 years earlier from the effects of diabetes.   His Renaissance began inauspiciously with a bout of depression that left him afraid to be alone in the house he worked so hard to buy, which led … eventually … to his move the the Village at Mariner’s Point, a beautiful assisted living community in East Haven, CT.   I was fortunate during those years to have clients in Rhode Island, which allowed me to be there both to support him through his depression and visit him frequently at the Village.   It turns out those years were a Renaissance for my relationship with Dad as well.   To me, Dad had always been somewhat of a closed book, someone I loved but didn’t know very well.  After all, I had moved to California in 1971 and never had the opportunity to spend much time with his as an adult.  He was a quiet man who kept his emotions to himself and I was his arrogant son.   Just as ten years of working the 12 Steps chipped away at my arrogance, recovering from depression opened him up.   Sitting with him in his room or talking over dinner, we got to know each other.  He told me things about himself … and his childhood … that I’d never known.  He told me he was proud of me.   You have no idea how many grown men are living their lives subconsciously wishing from those words for Dad.   They were difficult years in a number of ways but they were also my best years with him, years I which I learned the true measure of the man. (more…)

Online Legacies

July 6, 2011


Several recent comments here on Bud’s Blog have noted that bloggers in a blogging community, whether it be formal like BlogDumps or just a band of writers who frequent each other’s sites, seem to find themselves on the same wavelength, posting on the same subjects.   Maybe blogging makes us telepathic but it’s more likely a testament to the way that comments received and posts read simmer in a blogger’s brain, exploding sometime later into a post of his or her own.   This week, I received a comment on my post, Those Moments (which waxed euphoric about my grandkids … big surprise, right?), from Rick that said, Bud, what a great legacy you’re leaving your grandchildren by taking time to share your thoughts here in your blog.  Rick is new to WordPress so his blog only has a few posts but I intend to go back and see where it goes.   In a post about MySpace, Liggy of Liggyz Dreamz talked about the many MySpace pages that still exist, even though their owners have moved on to Facebook.   Terri of Into the Mystic wrote a touching post about taking some time off from blogging to enjoy her children about to leave the nest.   I suggested that she take the time to post on those days so she isn’t depending on a sixty-seven year old brain to reconstruct them, as I am. (more…)