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“Night Patrol”: New Poem from WWII Veteran Erwin A. Thompson
My father, 91, emailed a new poem this morning. He said: “I couldn’t sleep last night after reading the disabled veteran’s magazine, so I wrote the night vigil poem. Moral: Don’t read the Disabled American Veteran’s magazine just before you go to bed. Those memories were just too real.” You should know that “Tiger” was…
Erwin A. Thompson Sings of Bums & Tramps
My father wrote me that recently one of his friends had educated him on the difference between bums and tramps. These were terms in use during the Great Depression…before Street People and Homeless. Listen and learn.–JGR I had always thought that the words “bum” and “tramp” were interchangeable. Not so. A tramp is a person…
30 Things to Do to Celebrate National Poetry Month–Plus Three More–What about enclosing a poem in your bill payment!
Poets. Org has a wonderful list of 30 things to do to celebrate poetry month (April, right?). 31) But, here’s one they haven’t thought of. My father, Erwin A. Thompson, encloses a poem along with his bill to the Great Central Lumber Company. The women down there enjoy this so much that when once he…
Inspiring Day at the Hospital with Pop and His Court
I spent yesterday at the hospital with my father (who experienced a small heart attack early Sunday morning) and my niece, Diane, who holds his medical records with meticulous care and kindness. We have a division of family labor in creating a team to support my father’s ability to live alone. The medical portfolio belongs…
Pop’s books and music shine at book club meeting. Recipe for mashed sweet potato
My cousin Cynthia (aka “Cynthie”) belongs to a long standing book club called “The Ladies of the Club.” Every year they feature books by my father…and, music from his wealth of memories. Here are the notes from Meeting #31 compiled by Melodie Denson. The Ladies of the Club The Ladies of the Club met at…
Snowbound in St. Louis, a Writer Reads—Jo-Brew’s novels of the family farm, and tools of the writing and reflective life
Eight inches of snow fell in St. Louis over the weekend, chasing this Northern California girl inside to catch up on her stack of reading. Hey, my snow boots are in the closet of my upstairs room at my father’s house and I don’t even own an ice-scraper for the car yet…but, I can turn…