by Gerry Furgason | Aug 19, 2023 | FAMILY
Years ago, before the computer entered my life, I wrote letters to my children on Sunday evenings. It was my way of staying connected to them and letting them know where I went during the week, who I saw, and what I did. Here on Illinois Avenue,...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 19, 2023 | FAMILY
Seeing a nostalgic event can be missed in the blink of an eye. I happened to look out my front window years ago one Halloween late afternoon, just as eight-year-old Duion came running down our front yard hill with a pillowcase of candy he had collected. He rushed...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 19, 2023 | FAMILY
Important memories to me have been snapshots my mind has taken during years of family rearing. Some come back when triggered by a word or phrase but some stay in my head as a front page to a file folder containing life moments for each of my children and...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 19, 2023 | POEMS, Uncategorized
BIRDS AND SHIPS AND CLOUDS (c)Gerry K. Furgason You were very small and I so tall when we shared your childhood years. “Can I sit on your lap, Mama?” and we talked of birds and ships and clouds. Too soon you moved from...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 19, 2023 | RELATIVES
My paternal Grandfather was a blacksmith. I wish I could have known the blonde-haired boy who, in his grade school years, was apprenticed to a shop in the Highland Park neighborhood. That was far in the past and all I could do in my grade school years was stand...
