Like the subtitle says, “To Remember All The Good Times”. (Of course there were “other” times, also.) I put this booklet together mostly from memory, so some of the details may be off a bit. My mother, Ellen Clock, had already passed away a couple of years before …so I was hurrying, because my dad (Charles) wasn’t doing well either. And above all I wanted him to see it. Finally! Sitting down beside him laying on his bed, I was able to show him the pictures and read him some of the old stories that are the fabric of all our lives. I have no idea how much he recognized, but he watched intently …and looked up and smiled. That was all the reward I needed for putting this booklet together. Mom, sorry I didn’t get to it sooner. I know you would have laughed at some of the stuff in this …and added to it.
To those of you reading this introduction …I suppose that was an awfully sad way to introduce a book. But there IS a lot of joy in this book! And as Chinese Taoist philosophy emphasizes, the two are always mixed together in life. The yin & yang of our lives. The two things opposing each other, but mixing together, with a bit of happiness in the midst of sorrow and a bit of sorrow in the center of happiness. There can not be one without the other. As my parents would often comment about the things in life that can’t be changed: “So it goes”, or … “That’s the way it goes, or …”It cannot be helped”.
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