Being a Primary Caregiver Before I begin this ‘rant’, ‘ramble’, etc. I feel that a disclaimer should be in place. This is not me complaining about being a caregiver, rather it is something that will hopefully spark others into thinking about those in this position. It is my place, my honor and my responsibility to… Read More Being a Primary Caregiver

The Edmonds ResidenceMy mother was born in 1933 in Jermyn, Lackawanna, Pennsylvania. Around 1937-1938, the family moved to Genesee County, Michigan.They rented a trailer in a trailer park on Davison Road in what is today’s Burton City. Mother attended kindergarten at Kearlsey Schools. Grandfather bought a lot at 1301 North Cornell Street in the Beecher… Read More The Edmonds Residence

The MessiahOne of the remarkable things about the life of Christ is that all around Him, people believed that the Messiah would be a savior of revolt. They expected someone that would reform and change through violence. But Christ taught love, forgiveness and acceptance. He broke bread with the sinners. He healed the unbelieving. He… Read More The Messiah

The Man Across the StreetHe just had a certain look, that caused her mood to spoil upon seeing him.She and her husband had moved her three years ago and she had quickly melded into this suburban existence. She enjoyed the block club, volunteered at the garden club and had martinis each Wednesday with the other… Read More The Man Across the Street

Nans TruckI have always thought it a little strange that the only toy my mother left for me from her childhood was a truck. I mean it’s cool for me being a guy, I can use a truck! Not a doll or dishes! The Edmonds were a kind of strange family, so maybe a truck… Read More Nan’s Truck

Forest Woods Growing up my family attended New Hope General Baptist Church on Harwine Street in Flint Michigan. Our choir director was a ‘proper’ man from Arkansas named Forest Woods. He was a great guy, but he was a kinda no sense of humor person. I would come up with these really deep theological questions… Read More Forest Woods

Books My Friends Books have always been a part of my life. I was never a popular kid and was not into sports and so the pages of a tome became my best friend. I am a self-admitted introvert and I am not sure if my lack of social interaction as a child fed that… Read More Books My Friends

Mt Morris Cemetery Located a few blocks west of Mt Morris, Michigan on Mt Morris Road is this older cemetery that is still in use. There are close to 3,00 burials here with the oldest being from 1837. There is a large number of civil war veterans buried here. The cemetery contains a large fenced… Read More Mt Morris Cemetery – Mt Morris, Michigan

Buddhism – Who’s Fault?I have been reading about Buddhism of late and one of the most striking teachings is that you can blame no one else for your mistakes and faults. You after all have put yourself in the position you find yourself in.This is a slippery slope I agree. You may not be the… Read More Buddhism – Who’s Fault?

All my life I feel like I have never been known as myself. School, college and the first few years of work, I was known as my social security number. GM at some point implemented an employee ID number and I became known as that. I was always referred to by how I was related.… Read More How I became Coot