Lessons in Faith and Setting Standards I cannot discover when Mom and Dad moved to the Old Hyde Place. I know it was before 1945 — the year I was born — and probably after 1936 when Dad went to work for the federal prison system in Springfield, Missouri. What I do know is that…
December 2025
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Thank the Lord for Diarrhea Well, guess what happened on the way to the holidays. I mean, there I was heading into Thanksgiving with what I considered to be some health issues that it didn’t seem likely would be addressed until after the end of the year. I knew something was wrong. My balance was…
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On not taking refuge This posting will seem like a departure from my usual Letters From the Old Hyde Place; and in a way, it is. It is more contemporary. But that was inevitably going to be the case. My history from the Old Hyde Place, the stories themselves, isn’t endless. But I like to…
