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Throwback Thursday: “Retirement Memories”

I retired from full-time college teaching at Georgia Southern University back (way back) in 2012 A decade ago! How could time possibly go by so quickly?!

I loved my office.

A couple of my classes …

Marching in my final commencement ceremony …

Goodbye office.

Bittersweet retirement. So many wondrous memories.

Having my plaque added to the wall of retired profs.

I love retirement, and now the “bitter” from “bittersweet” has melted into “sweet.”

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Throwback Thursday: “Get In or Get Out!”

So last night I was scrolling though my 25,557 photos (seriously?!) in the “Recents” section of my iPhone. (Recent?!)

And l came across a short series of silly pictures.

It all started when I was grandtwin-sitting Matthew and Madison. (Circa 2013. They were about one at the time.)


They seemed a little bored. Staring out the window, obviously looking for greener pastures.

“Bless you, my sissy. Boredom’s trap will not snare us forever.”

I really knew something had gone awry when Matthew started chewing on my shoe strings.

So I came up with a solution to the babysitting challenge. And I’m sure you probably do this too: when all else fails, sit the little ones in containers. Yes? I thought so.

Matthew and an aluminum tub

See? Right?

Madison. “I’m not so sure.”

I decided that I would join the fun … until I realized i couldn’t.


Matthew: “Let’s just look out that window again.”

The twins today and their end-of-the-year school awards ceremony …

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Neal‘s Post from the Past: “Merry Autumn”


Fall is most definitely my favorite season of the year.  Even with its touch of “summer’s over” melancholy, autumn slowly paints the world with warmly joyful colors, smells and scenes.  The season makes me feel energized and ready to start anew (maybe partly because I’m a retired educator and still connect fall to the new school year).

Autumn wants to make us pause and smile.


Here’s a terrific poem, by late 19th century poet Paul Laurence Dunbar, which shows fall’s happy face.  Read it out loud to feel, as well as see and hear, the words.

Merry Autumn

It’s all a farce,—these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o’er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.

Such principles are most absurd,—
I care not who first taught ‘em;
There’s nothing known to beast or bird
To make a solemn autumn.

In solemn times, when grief holds sway
With countenance distressing,
You’ll note the more of black and gray
Will then be used in dressing.

Now purple tints are all around;
The sky is blue and mellow;
And e’en the grasses turn the ground
From modest green to yellow.

The seed burs all with laughter crack
On featherweed and jimson;
And leaves that should be dressed in black
Are all decked out in crimson.

A butterfly goes winging by;
A singing bird comes after;
And Nature, all from earth to sky,
Is bubbling o’er with laughter.

The ripples wimple on the rills,
Like sparkling little lasses;
The sunlight runs along the hills,
And laughs among the grasses.

The earth is just so full of fun
It really can’t contain it;
And streams of mirth so freely run
The heavens seem to rain it.

Don’t talk to me of solemn days
In autumn’s time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.

Why, it’s the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!—
Till naturally its bursting cheer
Just melts into thanksgiving.

— by Paul Laurence Dunbar