by Gerry Furgason | Jul 30, 2025 | EARLY YEARS
Try to balance a checkbook after a pain pill makes you dizzy. You cant calculate what correct subtraction might happen to be proper. I go back to the grade school homework day when Uncle Bub and his brother Hershel were digging a trench in the McKay Street side yard...
by Gerry Furgason | Jul 27, 2025 | EARLY YEARS
I skated on the sidewalk around the corner of Grandfather Link’s home. It was summer and I was spending two weeks at their home on Crittenden Drive in Louisville, Kentucky. Standing at the doorway of his shop, I was fascinated by the tools hanging on the wall...
by Gerry Furgason | Oct 29, 2024 | EARLY YEARS
Camp Tekakwitha was a Girls Summer Camp located in Carrolton, Kentucky and I had my heart set on attending the site when I was in the third grade. I also had made up my mind to earn the funds to attend the camp session myself. My family had been in the grocery...
by Gerry Furgason | Oct 18, 2024 | EARLY YEARS
When calendar pages turn to December, I often think of Kentucky winters and the chilling winds that moved through the Ohio Valley in my childhood years. A warmth comes to my mind when I recall the Beige Car Coats that hung in the small closet just inside the front...
by Gerry Furgason | Sep 6, 2024 | EARLY YEARS
The first horses D.J. ever saw were at Churchill Downs in 1961. I am certain his kinship with horses began on a trip that we took with my Father to the Louisville racetrack. When my Mother took her Aunt Annie to visit her sister in Miami, Florida, D.J. and I...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 24, 2024 | EARLY YEARS
Growing up, there were no girls living on McKay Street to be my playmates. For a child, another street away such as Taylor Avenue , was a foreign world to which you did not wander. But McKay Street was a kingdom to explore from after school until time to go...
