I study this photo when I have trouble squaring things away. Actually, I have a similar view walking home every night with Cowboy, Placitas dog pal No. 4, but these clouds brought more game than usual. I guess it was the death of a friend in Santa Fe — Tom Day — that threw me …
Going through old photos again and what do I come across? More chickens. This time they’re on the Robertson side of my family. This photo of my aunt, Barbara Carol Robertson, was taken in the 1930s on Burg Street on the outskirts of Granville, Ohio. Barbara had what we call these days developmental disabilities. She …
I have an obsession I’ll call clean-camp syndrome and it turns out that my habits might match the orderliness of the people who settled my birthplace at the start of the 19th century. The first families of Granville, Ohio, built the first cabin on the village site in November 1805, according to a history I …
Central Ohio, early 1950s. Glimpses. Granville: My mother’s father, at the head of the table in the house on Main Street. Grandmother at the other end, next to my mother. At least two of the three daughters and the lone son present and polished. Oldest cousin seated at the adult table, next to my giant …
