by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS
I had to be about five years old and was busy sweeping the small walk that led to the sidewalk in front of our bungalow home. A truck full of soldiers came up the slight rise from Poplar Level Road and one called out to me, “Sweep good, Blondie!” As the...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS
It was nighttime and my family was sitting in the living room of the small bungalow where we lived near our Poplar Level Road Grocery Store. Blackout shades were down as there was to be an air raid practice that evening. I recalled from my days living on Preston...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS
Jacob Link was proud of his home in Highland Park. He had added several rooms to the existing structure, built a smokehouse, and added a workshop to his backyard. In the passing years, his children would play on a swing hanging from the pear tree that he had...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS
Gone are the days when my ambition was to grow big enough to “sack” items at our family’s grocery store. I recall my Mother’s horror-stricken expression as she swept me out from behind the counter after someone mentioned, “Well, she could stand on a box.” ...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | My Life Story
Sometime during the thirty-five years of my being an art instructor to adults, I became teacher, preacher, and psychologist to some of the one hundred and fifty or so individuals I worked with each week. I did not ask to become a confidant or a keeper of...
