by Gerry Furgason | Aug 20, 2023 | FAMILY
This little fellow is about four inches long and has been with me as a good luck charm ever since Nick came home from Daycare and handed him to me. He told me, “I am giving you this because I love you and I like you.” He may have forgotten that...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 20, 2023 | FAMILY
Safety pins, straight pins, a thimble, a seam ripper, spools of thread, and various sizes of buttons were housed in my sewing box. Tucked in one corner was a crocheted piece of blue yarn that my mother gave me to use for a pincushion. And then there were...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 20, 2023 | FAMILY
Had it not been for Prohibition, I would probably have grown up to be a barmaid in my Grandfather’s Preston Street Tavern. And I probably would have gained the title “Preston Street Annie Oakley”. With the closing of the Tavern, our family took up residence above...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 20, 2023 | FAMILY
Nana K. began crocheting Afghans in pastel colors as gifts for her great-grandchildren but when her eyesight caused her increasing distress, she switched to red yarn because she could see the stitches easier. Red Afghans would be fashioned while...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 20, 2023 | FAMILY
Because I was a small featured child, Kentucky winters seemed to me as brutal as those I heard about listening to radio broadcasts of Sergeant Preston and his dog, King. They inhabited the world of the Northwest Royal Canadian Mounties and I was a faithful...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 20, 2023 | FAMILY
A large van can be used for more purposes than hauling canvases and setups to art shows. When my Mother made that decision, she directed me to “Bring me a big bag of dirt.” The front and back yards of 843 Clarks Lane were her Louisville, Kentucky’s...
