by Gerry Furgason | Nov 15, 2023 | EARLY YEARS
My mother never fried or served green tomatoes in the McKay Street dining room when I grew up there. All tomatoes that entered the kitchen were red, ripe, and sliced for meals or peeled and canned in the basement then stored on cellar shelves for winter...
by Gerry Furgason | Nov 15, 2023 | EARLY YEARS
Skating in the basement of the McKay Street home was mostly a rainy day or a winter exercise. The furnace was located beside the steps toward the front down there with the steps descending from the center of the house. Skating around the basement took careful counting...
by Gerry Furgason | Oct 8, 2023 | PAINTING YEARS
When one of my oil painting students strode into our evening class with a care free air and a broad smile, we wondered what brought about his vibrant attitude. As if conducting an orchestra, he gestured to us while explaining that over the weekend, his...
by Gerry Furgason | Oct 8, 2023 | JACKSONVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA
I rolled my eyes when the nurses told me their night shifts gave the Jacksonville, North Carolina newborn infants their baths at midnight. My raised eyebrows followed their statements that the babies were rinsed off by cradling them in a seesaw manner under a...
by Gerry Furgason | Sep 28, 2023 | FAMILY
They would pass down to all of our children, but D.J. was the first owner of a blue Taylor Tot, the gift from his Nana K. that introduced him to a new mode of transportation. Previous to receiving the blue walker-stroller he was a hip-carried child....
