I turned 69 in March 2021, and these are my best days.
My grandmother, God rest her soul, transitioned in 1969 at the age of 71. In my seventeen-year-old eyes, she was an old lady. I think it was because she was frail, cared for by my uncle, and in poor health.
I can visualize her now, chewing and spitting snuff (smokeless tobacco), a scowl on her face, hair braided down the middle, dressed in her favorite muumuu.
I am not my grandmother’s nor dad’s, for that matter, 69-year-old. I don’t feel or look (in my eyes) as they did.
Many couples have a song that was significant during one or more stages in their relationship. My wife and I were in our mid-sixties when we started dating. We had lived full lives, had adult children and grandchildren. The words to the song “Seems Like I Met You Somewhere Before,” sung by Beau Williams, captured our shared feelings during the early stage of our relationship.
Our Love Story
My wife, Barbara, and I grew up about seven miles from each other and attended the same elementary and high schools. We did not date and only knew of each other. Although…
This article is the final installment of memoirs chronicling my educational experiences as a Black student during the 1950s, 60s, and 70s. I attended Virginia’s segregated elementary and high schools. My last two years of high school were at Culver Military Academy (Culver Academies), an integrated preparatory school in Culver, Indiana. When I enrolled in 1970, Duke University was seven years into integration and still struggling with its racist history. This installment is my first-hand account of being a Black student at Duke during the early 1970s.
Friends and associates have asked why I decided to attend Duke. The answer…
This article is Part II to my earlier article “Separate and Unequal — Part I, Elementary and High School Days,” which chronicled my experiences attending Virginia’s segregated schools during the 1950s and 60s. During the spring of 1968, I was awarded an A Better Chance (ABC) scholarship to attend Culver Military Academy (now Culver Academies), a private boarding school in Indiana. My Culver days, sprinkled with nuggets of experiences growing up black during the Jim Crow era, are chronicled here.
I am a buttoned-up type guy, and people who know me are often curious as to what possessed me to ride motorcycles. There is nothing in my past that would suggest any interest in motorcycles, an inherently dangerous activity with its rebellious, bad boy and anti-establishment images. I do not expect naysayers to be convinced by my story. Bikers, on the other hand, will recognize similar feelings, thoughts and experiences.
I recall watching a television program about a guy and his obsession with a Jaguar XJS V12 Coupe. It was Jaguar green, tan leather interior, with a hood…
My early childhood education started at Fair Oaks Elementary School, a segregated school in Henrico County, Virginia. At that time (1958), separate but equal laws (Jim Crow) prevented black kids (we were Negroes then) from attending schools with white kids.
I first realized I was at significant risk for getting prostate cancer 15 years ago, when my older brother, who was then in his mid-forties, informed me that he had been diagnosed with an enlarged prostate and later prostate cancer. He had surgery in 1997 to remove his prostate.
My father had prostate surgery about 35 years ago. I knew little about the disease at that time, and other than knowing that he had had the surgery to remove his prostate, I don’t remember much about it. I do know that when he was hospitalized in 2005, his doctors asked…
Retiree, cancer survivor, biker, former widower, husband, father, grandfather, brother, and writer. Life lessons are shared through stories and reflections.