The DNF Factor

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In our small town in western Maine, high school sports were limited. Basketball was king; the weather dictated much of our choices. Indoor sports were available, but when it could snow any month of the year, well…. choices narrowed. With just under one hundred students, fielding teams for some sports just didn’t work, football was one. Now, baseball and track, we managed, although the baseball field was muddy much of the spring season. I participated in basketball and baseball all four years. Running cross-country was tough; I participated for the exercise, but the two mile runs often produced genuine pain that eventually lead me to give it up. Before that time came, however, there was one practice session, I really remember. Like other singular events in our lives, this one…
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My Grampy (Part 2)

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Although my Grampy was a slender man, just under six feet, he could swing an axe and use a buck saw with the best of them…He never owned a chain saw, even late in his life after they came around.  In their home, heat for survival and cooking came from a wood stove in the kitchen.  In the cellar, there was a furnace, but only on the coldest of winter days, usually 20 below zero or more, would Gramp build a fire in it.  On the second floor were three  bedrooms, a small bathroom with no running water, and a large room with no insulation in the walls….oh, and no electricity!  The large attic was filled with trunks of “stuff.”  It was also used as a food locker: many deer…
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My Grampy (Part 1)

General
My father’s father, was born in the back woods of western Maine, June 11, 1885.  His father, John Lymon, was born in 1854, too young to serve in the War Between The States.  In 1908 at age 23, Gramp married his childhood sweetheart, Hazel Amanda Rowe; they had grown up together since age three.  They would walk together through life’s ups and downs for almost 64 years. They died within two weeks of each other in 1972, going Home at ages 86 where they would finally be reunited with their first two children.  Indeed, the untimely, tragic deaths of my two aunts hangs heavy in my heart just relating that sad history.  Their second daughter, Rowena was barely six weeks old, when their first daughter, Myrtice, at age two, crawled…
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