A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
February 22, 2021 Memories aren’t new to an 80+ year old man, but until recently I never considered the possibility that I had dozens of life stories to tell. This project started simply enough – I was asked to write a memory of growing up in Wisconsin. As I...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
I’ve always been entrepreneurial, but my best idea was struck down before seeing the light of day. When perusing some obscure magazine in 1979, I read about mini-warehousing. A new craze had hit the coasts—warehousing for the apartment owner who had lots of stuff but...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
You could say that I made an impression on my second date with Lynn Weinkauf. I can laugh about it now, almost fifty-three years later, but I didn’t laugh back then. Lynn was a speech therapist in the Janesville, Wisconsin, public school system; I was a school...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories, Real life characters
Aunt Annie, as everyone in Linden called her, frequently tended those who were sick and under quarantine with a contagious disease, even when others in town wouldn’t go near them. She’d say, “God never punished anyone for doing good.” After her husband disappeared...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
Two Latter-Day Saint missionaries brought the youth from their church to the miniature golf course and driving range, between Janesville and Beloit, which my partner, Cliff O’Beirne, and I had built and now operated. Male LDS missionaries, at the time, were called by...
A Year of Memories, Life lessons, Monday Memories
Week after week, the Dodgeville Chronicle published testimonials proclaiming cures of every imaginable illness. Hemorrhoids shrunk miraculously. Scabies dried up. Arthritis was relieved. Gallstones disappeared. And a lady who’d been going downhill with cancer, after...
A Year of Memories, Life lessons, Monday Memories
I seldom got into trouble with my teacher. I was far too cautious for that. And I didn’t really do anything today. But trouble found me anyhow. My eighth-grade teacher in Mineral Point, Mrs. Bertha Day, was the first teacher to get me excited about learning. She’d...
