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Independence Day

Interesting Times

Much has changed in America since I was a kid in the mid twentieth century. My life as a free-range child felt absolutely carefree. The 4^th of July was about patriotism, parades and picnics. Now I know the world is a more complicated place where consequences intrude on childhood. Still those early memories shape the core of my understanding of who we are as a nation.

A century ago my family came to the new world in the aftermath of war in Europe. They made a choice to give up lives in the old world not knowing what may come. That decision gave me my place as an American. Thank You.

Happy Birthday USA

Bowling for Santa

As a boy there was nothing more magical than the holiday season. Now having reached a certain age I remember those times with the warm glow of nostalgia.

My mother was the best baker I have ever known. She made fabulous cinnamon rolls, coffee cakes, cookies and pies. My favorite was her fruit cake which was unlike any other I’ve experienced. The recipe was passed down from Dutch ancestors who are also very much a part of my Christmas memories. I dearly wish I had that recipe.

Those boyhood holidays were a rich blend of old world and American traditions celebrated by relatives speaking Dutch and English often in the same sentence. All utterly gone now and greatly missed.
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Memory

Memory is fascinating to me. It is at the core of each of us. Without it we lose the sense of self that makes us human.

This is the intro for a new slideshow I’m working on about memory and place. My idea is to illustrate three threads of memories about my experiences in Texas. The idea keeps evolving just like my memories so I’m not sure what the finished piece will include.