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When I Was A Boy
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When I Was A Boy. Keep Up With Your Wreading. Subscribe to Keep Up With Your Wreading by Email. In the early 1960s during my undergraduate years I had the good fortune to go to college on an athletic scholarship. As a varsity fencer on the University of Detroit Fencing team. Go Titans! The épée was my weapon of battle. Mr Richard Perry was my coach. Below is a photo of me from the U of D 1964 Tower yearbook. Also, my good buddy Tom Kostecke. More about our exploits further along in this article. Because ...
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When I Was A Boy
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When I Was A Boy. Keep Up With Your Wreading. Subscribe to Keep Up With Your Wreading by Email. 1966 Morgan 4 Drop Head Coupe. Celebrated its 100 year anniversary in 2009. It continues to make the same range of coach built vehicles like my 1966 4 Drop Head Coupe. That's my photograph above, from back in the day. Morgan has even recently brought back the original 3. The Morgan Aero 8 . . . The 2014 SP1 (Special Project / One Off). . . Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm Young at Heart Too!
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When I Was A Boy
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When I Was A Boy. Keep Up With Your Wreading. Subscribe to Keep Up With Your Wreading by Email. I am writing this because I want to add to the historical record a now almost long forgotten icon of the mid-20th Century cultural landscape. Burma Shave was originally a brushless shaving cream; by the time I was a boy it was sold in an aerosol can. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). David D. Wronski High School Graduation. I'm Young at Heart Too! Subscribe to When I Was A Boy by Email. The Pink School House.
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WRONSKI'S WRAMBLINGS
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Wrambling = One thing leads to another. and another. Not to fear, you will get to the other side. Let's take the "scenic route.". 8220;You are so in thrall with all this self-created drama you haven’t realized there is a choice. 8220;Either, to serve the ego-mind, associating yourself with those of like kind and at the effect of the fictions of mine and yours, praise and blame, gain and loss, rewards and punishments. 8220;Or, Truth.”. Just what is that? Nothing more was said. Or, need be said. ALL MY REL...
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WRONSKI'S WRAMBLINGS
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Wrambling = One thing leads to another. and another. Not to fear, you will get to the other side. Let's take the "scenic route.". He lived alone for years. After his dearest darling wife had passed away. Then one day, he went too, just short of 100 years. Everything was sold away. Except for an old blue chair. The chair was there when a young man brought his new bride home. A wedding gift, made for them by his father. So many times he sat there at the kitchen table mourning the loss of his dear bride.
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When I Was A Boy
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When I Was A Boy. Keep Up With Your Wreading. Subscribe to Keep Up With Your Wreading by Email. A "Sense" of My Old Neighborhood. I grew up in Poletown, Detroit. Most of the attenuated remnants of which are buried under a GM Cadillac Plant. The history of the razing of that neighborhood is quite a story in itself. In previous articles I reminisced about that mecca of sweet treats, the Candy Kitchen. The parish of my baptism, Immaculate Conception and the stern Father Alexander Cendrowski. The shoe shine ...
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When I Was A Boy
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When I Was A Boy. Keep Up With Your Wreading. Subscribe to Keep Up With Your Wreading by Email. It Must Be Jelly, 'Cause . . . Paczki, pronounced "Poonchki" is the name of the famous Polish jelly doughnut. It's so good that it makes you want to. A chip off the old block? Well, later I evened the score. Once we went to the beach for a swim and Marlene was going into the water just ahead of me. I was the first to notice that her one piece bathing suit was not zipped up. Wicked little Davey star...Everyone ...
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When I Was A Boy
http://oncewheniwasaboy.blogspot.com/2011/12/miss-raven-just-of-college-i-worked-at.html
When I Was A Boy. Keep Up With Your Wreading. Subscribe to Keep Up With Your Wreading by Email. Just out of college I worked at an R&D laboratory at Ford Motor Company in Highland Park, Michigan. Every once in a while the guys would go out on a Friday evening to a girly bar. Most of the fellows were older and married. I was a young inexperienced bachelor. Those bar expeditions were excellent, dude. Just snap your fingers and I'll come running. I was sitting in a booth, with a high back. Raven positio...
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When I Was A Boy
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When I Was A Boy. Keep Up With Your Wreading. Subscribe to Keep Up With Your Wreading by Email. And Me, the Kid. Watercolor on paper (18 x 24) courtesy of multimedia artiste Michele T. Fillion. Scanned image is darker than beautiful original.). I grew up in a neighborhood of the Detroit inner city known as. Of Polish immigrants first settled in the 1870’s. Almost all of it was flattened in the early 1980’s to make way for economic development. They paved paradise and put up a . . . 8220;On Bastille day, ...
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When I Was A Boy
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When I Was A Boy. Keep Up With Your Wreading. Subscribe to Keep Up With Your Wreading by Email. The Pink School House. During the summertime in Michigan we would occasionally drive north to my aunt and uncle’s cottages on Lake Huron, just north of Port Huron. The main road going there at that time was Gratiot Avenue. On the way we would always make two stops. One, a treat for the time. The other, more lasting. My father was a poet. August 13, 2016 at 12:14 PM. August 13, 2016 at 12:14 PM. This comment ha...
