Category Archives: Meggie & Saul

I wasn’t sure what he meant.  Then Uncle Saul explained it: “You see, Jimmy… it begins here.” Uncle Saul pointed to the place between the eyes and just above the bridge of his nose. “Here.  First the eyebrows get squinched in.  … Continue reading →

When I talk with friends about life’s experiences and what we remember about family and growing up, I hear plenty about Uncles. “My Uncle taught me how to whittle wood.” “My Uncle took me fly fishing.” “My Uncle took me … Continue reading →

When I think back to when I was a kid, I can no longer separate my love for snow, from my love of no school (because of snow).  Come the winter, I found religion.  I prayed for snow.  At night my … Continue reading →

You visit a room often enough and it becomes impossible to separate the room, its “things” and its inhabitants.  So it was for me and my Aunt Meggie’s den… first in Woodbury and then re-created on the Cape in Chatham.  … Continue reading →