Recollections of friends and faces that have passed – or persisted- in my life.
It was decades ago that I left normal high school life and for a few periods each week, sat, broadly exposed, in a nearly empty classroom with three other students, trying to unravel the mysteries of advanced mathematics. Our teacher was a kind vagabond who chased a circuit around APS high schools. Mr. Mayhew...
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Margaret Ann Welton was born to Bill and Marcena Welton on September 12, 1945, in Salina, Kansas. The youngest of three siblings, Margaret developed a keen sensitivity to the suffering of others early in her life, along with a strong desire to contribute to the compassion and justice found in the world. As a...
Read more →When I was a boy, for some reason Aunt Ruth liked me. Aunt Ruth was, in reality, my father’s aunt, but to the rest of our family, that was her name, and she fit a bit of the Welton mold: she was a strong-minded and strong-willed woman who was fiercely independent and, common to...
Read more →In the summer after my 4th grade year of elementary school, my parents bought a home way out north in Albuquerque (at the time) and moved us to a street that was near the edge of town. The development was new enough that the land on the south side of the main road we...
Read more →When I started high school, I was a kid in transition. I was growing at odd intervals. My acne ebbed and receded like waves on a beach. I was in a lot of activities, and I was pretty anonymous in all of them. And I was adrift socially (as I have often been since)....
Read more →Anytime I hear a song by Chicago, and specifically from albums 16 or 17, I am carried back to my sophomore and junior years in high school. I think this is in part because both albums had singles in heavy airplay as either new releases or recurrent singles during those years- Chicago was hot...
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