Category: canoe

• The Persistence of Memory: Chris, Bill and High Adventures

  Where’s my high quality mug? ~~ Bill Zeller On a very chilly afternoon in early December, Mariam and I stood in the doorway of a friend’s house in Dunbarton, NH. The warmth of his hand infused me and the gleam in his eyes inspired me. We went in, met his wife, Anne and Pepper, their…

  patrickjegan

  December 17, 2023

  canoe, Childhood, Family, Friendship, History, Memories, Mountains and Memories, non-fiction, owego ny, Real Personal History, The Adirondacks

  #campingmemories, #memoriesofcanoes, Adirondacks, Dunbarton NH, Friendship

• To Chris: A Long Overdue Eulogy

  [Taku Towers. Juneau Icefield, Alaska. Unknown Photographer.] My older brother, Chris, would make slight cuts in an apple from our backyard in Owego, NY. This would allow the apple to shatter into bits of apple-shrapnel. No Surface-to-Surface missile would hit with such velocity, because he would mount the apple on the sharpened end of a…

  patrickjegan

  January 5, 2023

  Adirondacks, brotherly love,, brothers, canoe, Childhood, Family, Holding onto the Past, Love, Memories, owego ny, Real Personal History

  Adirondacks, brothers, Chris Egan, owego ny

• A Spadeful of Earth

  Grief is the price we pay for love. –Queen Elizabeth II In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. –Abraham Lincoln When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent…

  patrickjegan

  June 12, 2022

  Adirondacks, canoe, Childhood, Creativity, Cremation, death, Family, Friendship, History, Holding onto the Past, Love, Melancholy Thoughts, Memories, Mountains and Memories, Nature, non-fiction, owego ny, Real Personal History, Religion, summer, Susquehanna River, Time, winter

  Adirondacks, death, General Clinton Canoe Regatta, grieving, Loss of a long time friend, memories, owego ny

• Into The Woods

  “Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.” –Carl Jung In the rearview mirror of the last three weeks of my life, I see I’ve left behind many things and added many memories. I’ve left behind the heat and sand of Florida, the peaches and boiled peanuts…

  patrickjegan

  May 23, 2022

  Adirondacks, brothers, canoe, death, Family, Ghosts, Holding onto the Past, Melancholy Thoughts, Memories, Nature, New York City, non-fiction, North Country Life, Real Personal History, seniors, Time, Travels

  Adirondacks, New York City, winter

• The Migratory Habits of Cockle Shells, Birds & Yankees

  [Author’s note: I would like to dedicate this humble blog to my friends and loved ones who, through no fault of their own, were caught up in a Late-Spring Snowstorm. No wonder many of my classmates from high school moved to the south or mid-south after graduation. After a winter in Fort Myers, Florida, I…

  patrickjegan

  April 20, 2022

  Adirondacks, Blogging, Bob Dylan, canoe, Childhood, Ghosts, History, humor, Memories, non-fiction, Oceanography, owego ny, Real Personal History, seniors, The sea, The South, Travels, winter

  autumn, Bar-tailed godwit, Florida, Migratory Birds, owego ny, Snowbirds, winter