When I first arrived in Oregon I remember being puzzled by the conspicuous lack of graveyards. In Connecticut they are omnipresent. The dead outnumber the living. The weight of the past is heavier and it seems like every memorial is a tribute to the sacrifices made during either the Revolutionary or the Civil War. SchoolContinue reading “FRED LUCAS and THE CIVIL WAR”
Tag Archives: Goshen
Hierlooms
My children do not have any memories of Goshen. What I call my grandmother’s house was sold in 1990 after 180 years in the family. Windywalls. True homes in New England all have names, and a house becomes a home only after a birth, a marriage and a funeral take place within their walls. FamilyContinue reading “Hierlooms”
Ernest B. Barker
My father died while I was hunting sage rat in eastern Oregon. I had been anticipating a call from my sister to let me know when his next heart surgery was going to be scheduled. When I got the call it was a few hours later than expected, the foreshadowing of his death was itsContinue reading “Ernest B. Barker”
Protective Arts 