by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS, Uncategorized
“Gerry, hurry! You have to see this!” My brother, Paul tugged on my arm and then hurried ahead of me out behind our McKay Street garage where the rabbit hutch stood. He had secretly dug a hole in front of the hutch then covered it over with twigs and weeds...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS, Uncategorized
Not everyone with professed intelligence knows what they are talking about so when told to follow their dictates and arguing is not an option, it is sometimes best to smile and wait for them to turn and walk away before continuing on your selected course of...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS, Uncategorized
The family Grocery Store business had been sold and my father, Aunt Frances and Uncle George were working in nearby Franklin, Indiana. The plan was for all of us to spend the summer months at the nearby camping site of Sugar Creek. So following her six-week...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS, Uncategorized
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...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS, Uncategorized
I learned early in life that girls are not supposed to win when neighborhood kids play marbles. And if you do, it’s a good idea to high-tail it home a few steps ahead of irate boys intent on taking back your prized legal possessions. Angered losers dare...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | EARLY YEARS, Uncategorized
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 home...
