Ashes I have written several times about different elements to this story, my father’s passing and my piece of sculpture, “Family Portrait:1963, but I’ve always left out this little nugget. I think enough time has passed that I can now tell this story. In August, 1997, my father passed away and he was cremated. My … More I think enough time has pass that I can now tell this story
When I was a child my family took a family vacation to San Antonio, Texas to see the Alamo of course. While on our trip we drove through Stephenville, Texas because Texas artist Jerry Bywaters had told my father about a strange and wonderful place called Ray’s Ornamental Gardens. Much later while in college my … More Ray’s Ornamental Gardens, Stephenville Texas
I used to teach with this wonderful woman, we all lovingly called “Trigger.” Trigger was old school, she was a teachers teacher and she used to say all the time, “Lucky, Lucky Us.” I’m not much of a believer in luck, because I think we all make a life from the choices we make, knowingly … More Why St. John’s: Lucky, Lucky Me.
I thought enough time had passed that I could address his death. 53 years later I cried like a baby as I started to write this. My older brother Taylor was born in 1954 with Cystic Fibrosis. In 1964 life expectancy for a CF child was 10 years old. October 4, 1964, my brother passed. … More My dear brother Taylor…..that was so long ago……..
I went to East Texas State University in Commerce Texas in 1976. I lived in the dorms only for as long as I had to. I moved out after my freshman year and moved into a house with a fellow art student named Joe. We had a wonderful landlady……Mrs. George. Mrs. George was in her … More Remembering Mrs. George
There has been a lot of talk lately about all the Confederate Monuments and whether they should be taken down or not. Foolish me……I’m going to weigh in and say yes they should be moved from places of honor in our public forums and moved somewhere they can be given a context and studied for … More Foolish me……I’m going to weigh in.
I remember getting the phone call in my classroom from my wife Jill; “Martin, we need to go to the hospital. Your dad has taken a turn for the worse. We drove to the hospital as my brain started to realize that this was probably the start of the end. My father had been diagnosed … More A good death