Category: 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

• Of Time, Thomas Wolfe & Me

  “Each of us is all the sums he has not counted; subtract us into the nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas,”… You, my readers, have no idea how long I’ve waited to use that quote in a blog or…

  patrickjegan

  May 7, 2022

  Bob Dylan, books, History, Home, Memories, owego ny, seniors, Susquehanna River, Time, Travels

  Asheville, North Carolna, Thomas Wolfe, you can’t go home again

• 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

• Just Like Riding A Bicycle

  I’m standing at the window of our hotel in New York City watching the snow blow upwards. Fifty-two floors below, whatever snow survives melts quickly on Fifty- fifth street or perhaps Broadway. Winters in Manhattan are infamous for the wicked winds that gust in from the Hudson and clash with the bluster through the cross…

  patrickjegan

  February 13, 2022

  Blogging, New York City, non-fiction, owego ny, Real Personal History, winter

  bicycles, cold winds, February weather, lumbar, Mount Sinai, neurosurgery, pain

• A Memory Is Immortality

  To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. —Anon I stood and stared at the box. I was alone. All the relatives, guests and friends had left after the service. The room was quiet except for the almost imperceptible recorded tones of funeral music. I stood several feet away from the box,…

  patrickjegan

  February 10, 2022

  brothers, Childhood, Cremation, death, Family, Holding onto the Past, Melancholy Thoughts, Memories, owego ny, Real Personal History, terminal cancer, Uncategorized

  Immortality, memories of childhood, stories