Category: Memories

• How Do I Love Thee?

  [Love me do. Source: Google Search. dreamstime.] But there is love that makes a cup of tea Love that loves both who you are and who you want to be Love that waits for you when you fall behind That’s the kind of love I hope you find. ~~Gretchen Peters Like all well-behaved bloggers, I…

  patrickjegan

  May 3, 2024

  Blogging, Family, Friendship, Gender Studies, Holding onto the Past, Language, Love, marriage, Memories, summer

  #botanicalgardens, #expressionsoflove, #smallgensturesoflove, #smalllovingdeeds, #springtimeinnewyork, birds, nature, NewYorkBotanicalGardens, photography, poetry, robin

• Anemonia Keeps Me Awake

  Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out. ~~Richter [The Berlew Family Reunion. Orange, PA. September 6, 1926. Photo: Egan Family Archives.] I don’t think it rained that day. There are no clouds in the sky. I should know. I’ve crawled inside this photo more than once over the years. One…

  patrickjegan

  March 19, 2024

  Childhood, death, Everyday Events, Family, grandparents, Grandson, History, Holding onto the Past, Home, Love, Melancholy Thoughts, Memories, Susquehanna River

  #familyreunions, #pennslyvania, #pennslyvaniafamilyreunions, family, Familyreunions, life, memories, photography, photos

• Gallery 636

  [The Woman. Photo is mine.] We sometimes encounter people, even strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight. Somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken. ~~Fyodor Dostoyevsky I’d seen the El Greco, the Tiepolo and the Manet. But, what I really needed was a bench, so hard to find sometimes…

  patrickjegan

  February 27, 2024

  art, Dreams, marriage, Memories, New York City, non-fiction, Objects of Beauty, Real Personal History, seniors

  #chanceencountersinnewyorkcity, #meaningfulcoincidences, #metropolitanmuseumofart, #seredipity, #unknownwomaninamuseum, Manhattan, New York City, NYC, Travel, winter

• The Last Quarter Moon Gives A Pale Wintry Light/Late Night Thoughts Following Spinal Surgery

  {Author’s Note: This blog post contains a photograph of an x-ray of my lower back taken six days after my spinal fusion. If the image of hardware screwing together two of my vertebra is irksome to you, my gentle readers, then feel free to search for another fine read. I have 645 in the bank.…

  patrickjegan

  February 16, 2024

  Blogging, death, Holding onto the Past, In Search of Lost Time, Medical Center, medicine, Melancholy Thoughts, Memories, music, New York City, owego ny, Premonitions, Real Personal History, seniors, Time, winter

  #lumbarsurgery, #melancholoythoughtsatnight, #nancigriffth, #newyorkcitylatenightthoughts, #painandinsomnia, #patioatnight, #postsurgerypain, #sarahjaroaz, #waltwhitman, life, love, poetry, short-story, sleep

• The Gravity of Manhattan: Three Worlds

  [Upper East Side Buildings. Photo is mine.] Do you know what the sounds of this city are? Screams. All those buildings are gray with sadness. ~~ Soji Shimada As I walked down the street from Broadway, I paused to listen… When I secured a teaching position in New York City in the very early 1990s,…

  patrickjegan

  January 26, 2024

  evolution, Home, In Search of Lost Time, Melancholy Thoughts, Memories, New York City, Night Sounds of the City, non-fiction, winter

  #listeningtothenight, #lonelycities, #nightsoundsofnewyork, #winterinthecity, New York City, new-york, NYC, winter

• Better Late Than Never: A Fairy Tale of New York

  Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies. ~~Edward Bulwer Lytton I love music. The older I get, the more varied my tastes have become. Spotify is my second home. But, I have a problem. Many times I have forged new trails in the snowy slopes of the Juneau…

  patrickjegan

  January 1, 2024

  art, Bob Dylan, Creativity, Memories, music, New York City, non-fiction, Real Personal History

  #agreatchristmassong, #discoveringmusic, #indiemusic, #irishchristmasmusic, #knowledgeablesoninlaws, #shanemacgowan, #thepogues

• 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

• Dark Night/Dark Happenings

  [A British tabloid. Photo: Google Search] I can’t Imagine… ~~ Patrick Egan It was 1980. I was teaching Oceanography and Earth Science at the Ridgefield High School in Connecticut. Monday, Dec. 8, was a normal day of classes. Late that afternoon, Parent/Teacher Conferences were scheduled. I was a new faculty member and somehow I scored…

  patrickjegan

  December 8, 2023

  death, England, History, John Lennon, Melancholy Thoughts, Memories, New York City, non-fiction, Real Personal History

  #1980, #deathofjohnlennonnyc, #John Lennon, Death of John Lennon, New York City

• John, Jean & Judy Play With AI/An Ode To Owego, NY.

  Pat, Best of luck to a really wonderful guy! Hope you’re always happy! Stay as nice as you are and you’ll never, but never have any problems! May God Bless! ~~Sue M. May we always be friends! [From Page 102 of my 1963 High School Yearbook Tom Tom] [Arial view of my hometown. Owego, NY.…

  patrickjegan

  November 8, 2023

  Artificial Intelligence, Blogging, ChatGBT, Creativity, Holding onto the Past, Home, In Search of Lost Time, Melancholy Thoughts, Memories, owego ny, Susquehanna River

  AI, ChatGBT, memories, owego ny

• A Halloween Musing

  “Be afraid…be very afraid.” ~~The Fly [Source: Google Search] I’m walking the streets of my hometown. The calendar pages have been turned from mild September to cool October. The weather always dictates my moods when I walk. On a cloudless day, the maple yellows against the azure blue sky can lift my soul into rarefied…

  patrickjegan

  October 25, 2023

  Fables & Folklore, Ghost Story, Ghosts, Melancholy Thoughts, Memories, Paranormal

  A Halloween Poem, Autumn Moods, Giants, memories, October Ghosts