Unhurried Days

Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: A Close Shave
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: A Close Shave
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: A Close Shave
I guess a memory can come from anywhere. That fact was proved to be true on Thursday as Doug and I discussed his recently shaved beard that he grew in support of the Detroit Red Wings. Unfortunately, Doug’s team spirit only carried them so far and his team was defeated. So it was that on Wednesday, June 12, 2013, a day that will forever be remembered by the Sokolowski family as the day daddy becam
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: You Could See It on the Radio
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: You Could See It on the Radio
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: You Could See It on the Radio
The memory here is actually two memories. It is as much about my grandfather Clarence Wickliffe as it is about the radio. The two are inseparable, because I can not think of one without the other. My grandfather died when I was very young, but I know from the stories my mother has told me through the years, that he was a man who loved his children and grandchildren very much. The story below is on
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Things I Miss and Things I Don’t
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Things I Miss and Things I Don’t
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Things I Miss and Things I Don’t
When older people who grew up together talk, there is sure to be the inevitable comparison of today to the good old days of their youth and how much they miss one thing or another. I join them in missing those less complicated times, but I wonder if the reason we miss them could have more to do with our ages than the fact that times were better.
Jack’s Mid Missouri Memories: The High Chair
Jack’s Mid Missouri Memories: The High Chair
Jack’s Mid Missouri Memories: The High Chair
The High Chair On cold winter mornings I sometimes think back to when I was a small child sitting in front of an old wood cook stove. In that memory, I am sitting in the handmade wooden high chair my grandfather Wickliffe built just for me. Mom always pulled it up close to the stove where I would be warm, and she could give me some attention between stirring the gravy and flipping the eggs. Read M
Jack’s Mid Missouri Memories: The Old Wolf Hunter Of Sedalia
Jack’s Mid Missouri Memories: The Old Wolf Hunter Of Sedalia
Jack’s Mid Missouri Memories: The Old Wolf Hunter Of Sedalia
Let’s face it, the majority of people we meet as kids do not stick in our minds that well. If they aren’t family, there has to be something unique about them to make them memorable. One of the really unique people I can still remember from my childhood was an old wolf hunter, and unique isn’t a strong enough word to describe him.
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: When Fixing Flat Tires Was a Way of Life
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: When Fixing Flat Tires Was a Way of Life
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: When Fixing Flat Tires Was a Way of Life
One of the things most of us do not miss about the days before the synthetic breed of tires came along is fixing flats. In those days of less durable tires, the rite of passage from passenger to driver included the ability to not only change a tire, but also to fix a flat. The following Mid-Missouri Memory probably won't mean much to younger drivers, but to those of us with a little grey in our ha
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Barefoot Days
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Barefoot Days
Jack’s Mid-Missouri Memories: Barefoot Days
Summer days are not far away, and if you are like me, they will bring you some memories of when you were young and carefree. No memory I have says that better than when I think about shedding my shoes as a boy for summer vacation. I hope this memory will help you revive those memories of your own barefoot days.

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