by Gerry Furgason | Apr 6, 2024 | RELATIVES
My Mother was almost world-famous. While she was working as a nurse at St Joseph’s Infirmary in Louisville, Kentucky, she had great compassion for the patients who spent many days bedfast during their recovery. The pressure on their bodies from long...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 19, 2023 | RELATIVES
My paternal Grandfather was a blacksmith. I wish I could have known the blonde-haired boy who, in his grade school years, was apprenticed to a shop in the Highland Park neighborhood. That was far in the past and all I could do in my grade school years was stand...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 19, 2023 | RELATIVES
As I look about the havoc that was once my living room, I feel compelled to offer great thanks to those individuals who have brought me through this horrendous battle for health and survival. To my diligent neighbor, Frank, I offer a cooling salute of...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 19, 2023 | RELATIVES
Standing in a neighborhood hardware store, I happened to overhear a customer talking to the shop owner. The customer was a pleasant, round-faced woman in her eighties who was having a problem with clearing water out of her basement after recent...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 19, 2023 | RELATIVES
I would learn a new way to travel to The Mall when Laurie, Duion, Jennifer and one-year-old Kelsey came to Louisville. The knowledge would benefit me in later years when my older vehicles were not able to manage acceleration enough to safely use Louisille’s...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 17, 2023 | RELATIVES, Uncategorized
After a recent conversation with a young man concerning having children in the home, it dawned on me why Aunt Doris, Aunt Annie, Aunt Sis, Aunt Dolores, and Aunt Adriane treasured the company of the McKay Street Kernen girls. They had no daughters of their own,...
