Issue 295 — The Paregien Journal — January 20, 2015
by Stan Paregien Sr.
Hello, my name is Stan and I am a hoarder.
Well, no, I’m not in a 12-step plan of any kind. But I sometimes feel like I need to be. I like to keep stuff. All kinds of stuff. Mostly photos, with the vintage ones being my favorites. That, of course, does not explain why I take a thousand or two photos a year myself. I just do.
However, living in our downsized retirement home (i.e., a manufactured home with about 1,400 sq ft) we have very little room to accumulate books (I love ’em), dolls (not so doggone much), or more furniture or electronic items. I suppose I could do like the late Glen Shirley, a fine author of Western history books and articles, who found his home in Perkins, Oklahoma had run out of space. “No problem,” he said (no record of what his wife said), and he bought the house next door for an extension of his personal library. When he died, The National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma bought his entire library and moved it to their archives where it is available for research by scholars.
Now, I’ve said all that to say this: What follows is my version of cleaning house (i.e., gettin’ rid of some stuff). I collected these items with a view of sharing them with all of you. That time has come, so I can continue finding more wonderful tidbits of sometimes suspect information.
Obviously, I liked these things or I would not have copied and saved them. I hope you find something you also like.
See what I mean? I told you I like the vintage photos.
I graduated from Lipscomb University (mentioned in the above article) way back in . . . holy smokes! . . . uh, . . . 1965. I did not major in mathematics, but my fingers and toes tell me that has been nearly 50 years ago. The University has expanded their property and built some really impressive new buildings. Shucks, I’m glad to hear these buildings even have indoor toilets and such.
The above article may not interest many of you. But for those who sometimes put pen to paper (okay, I know it is now fingers to keyboard) and are authors or maybe hope to be . . . , you might back up and read about how internet (i.e., digital) marketing is impacting the world of publishing. Very often, it is the laborer (i.e., the writer) who gets only a few dollars from what is left after his agent and the publishing company and the retailers are through. Then there are the masses of us who never make enough sales to write home about and so we can’t get too excited about this issue.
This photo of Peggy and myself was taken last October in the Arches National Park in southeast Utah. Now that is magnificent country.
Golly Bill, I’ve got to shut this critter down. The little lady I live with has started microwaving some popcorn so it must be time for a movie to begin. About three years ago, our Texicana teenage granddaughter spent a week with we Ancient Ones. She went home and told her mother, “All they watch on TV are black-and-white movies. And they turn the volumn way up.”
I’m still trying to figure out what her point was.