They say that old houses have memories and a distinct atmosphere created by the various inhabitants and what has occurred inside its walls over the decades. Time passes, children grow and families move away; yet each one leaves something behind which add to the character of the house. It could be something material such as…… Continue reading Growing up in Golfview Woods – My Memoir
Category: Ohio
Posts from or about Ohio.
Journal entry – In Oakland
I’m sitting in the 555 12th St. lobby where the faint smell of industrial cleaner and other general, large building lobby smells remind me of my first office job in Columbus, Ohio. I’d go to work with my Dad early in the morning and was intimidated by all the Very Serious looking people in their…… Continue reading Journal entry – In Oakland
Journal entry – The fall season and elementary school
Yesterday I made a reminder to write a post about fall in Ohio. As I began to gather my thoughts I looked back and see I already wrote a post about this at the same time last year. It is now 5:09 AM and since I’ve already written about what I wanted to write about…… Continue reading Journal entry – The fall season and elementary school
Journal Entry – The end of summer
It is 6:28 AM and the household will awake soon; my morning “me time” has been cut short with the end of summer and the start of school. *side note: “Walking in The Air” has just come on my internet radio as if to add a punctuation mark to the theme and to aid me…… Continue reading Journal Entry – The end of summer
Journal Entry – 5.18.2016
Taking a peek at Facebook my old college friend Taesen posted a few pictures recently and seeing her reminded me of Spanish class at Ohio State University. This was the class right before Spanish 401. Spanish 401 was a course I’ll never forget as it was an extremely difficult grammar class and designed to weed…… Continue reading Journal Entry – 5.18.2016
Memories of Raymond Memorial and Wilson Road Golf Courses
It is 6:31 AM. I just opened the door and for the first time in a while heard the Robin’s singing their morning songs and memories of my job at Raymond Memorial and Wilson Road Golf Courses – where I did maintenance – came flooding back to me. This happens every time I heard them…… Continue reading Memories of Raymond Memorial and Wilson Road Golf Courses
Memories of my Grandparent’s house
I only remember visiting my Grandparent’s house four or five times when I was a kid. It was located in a dying coal mining town known as Bellaire next to the Ohio river, right next to West Virginia. Pulling up to the house the first thing I always noticed was how the sidewalk in front…… Continue reading Memories of my Grandparent’s house