by Gerry Furgason | Aug 22, 2023 | FAMILY
Some stories are meant to be remembered. It was an animated Christmas with windup toys that sang, buzzed, and rolled. Tristan was two years old, and D.J. read him the story of “The Velveteen Rabbit”.After it was finished, Tristan looked up at...
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...
