Robbie's Memories

                I have been a journal writer, off and on, for a good part of my life, though frequently more off than on.   Now that I am retired, I thought about looking through them and finally got started.   Many of them are no more than statements of goals and attempts to organize and balance my life a bit.   But I hit one this morning that surprised me.   It contained a story I have told many times over the years, and written about before in the How I Ended Up Spending Twenty Years in Prison blog.   It seems there is part of the story I didn’t remember at all, though I wrote it down in some detail.   There is a striking difference between the story as I remember it and the journal entry, because the story as I wrote it in my journal is about experiencing God in my life for the first time!                 I’m ...

    Chapter 2.                 When my grandparents and I walked into the house, the phone was ringing.   It was someone wanting to know if I would be hiring a secretary.   There were several letters in the mail asking the same thing, and two women who stopped to welcome me and bring cake, who wanted to know too.   I never did advertise the position.   I interviewed 6 women, and I hired Pam, who would become one of my best friends.   She was the only one who didn’t already have a job.   She had been out of the work force raising children for 10 years.   She lived 9 doors down the street.   She had proven she could make me laugh and she said she could ask for money, the piece of private practice I didn’t think I’d be very good at.                   The previous doctor had left the house...

                                                                                                                         They tore down the house yesterday.  (April 17th, 2015) My friend, Ellen, sent me a message on Facebook.  She had driven past the house yesterday morning on the way to the vet’s and all that was still standing was the living room and the stairway.  She says the town bought it, maybe for taxes?  She doesn’t know what they are planning to do with the property.                 I first saw the house 35 years ago, in 1980.   It was raining and my first thought ...