Category Archives: memory

Blue Shoe Box

I am from a small community in South Carolina.

For a long time, my world was no bigger than two counties. Kershaw and Lancaster. My dad’s family is from the former, and my mom’s family is from the latter.

I spent a lot of time with my moms dad and mom. My Mamaw and Papaw Criminger. They farmed. Most every thing they ate came straight from the field to the table or from some animal they raised.

I remember slaughtering and salting a hog. I remember shucking corn and shelling peas. I remember eating cucumbers straight from the field for a snack and my Papaw having a tiny salt shaker in the front pocket of his overalls for the cucumber.

I remember collecting eggs from his chickens. And I remember his old plow mule, Smoky. Smoky loved bubble gum.

So many memories.

One of my contacts on Twitter posted this tonight:

And I instantly had an overwhelming memory of their house, of the sound and the smell of the old wood heater going in the living room, of the scent of Mamaw’s cooking.

And what my Mamaw and Papaw gave us every single year for Christmas.

A blue shoebox wrapped up all nice. And in that shoebox was an orange, a candy cane, and a five-dollar bill.

That doesn’t seem like much nowadays. It was probably a lot from them. They didn’t have a lot of material things.

But they gave me their world.

I don’t realize how much I have now going back to then. I don’t realize how ungrateful I would probably seem to them in my mindset at times. I have a whole other world that they never saw. A world that would be silly to them.

They gave me simplicity and an appreciation for simple things. I need to remember that more often. They gave me cucumbers, the dirt, friendship with an old mule, and a couple of dogs. And a place to become something from.

And a blue shoe box every Christmas.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Token Memory

This found its way into my pocket today as part of my change. The girl at the tobacco shop thought it was a one dollar coin and I corrected her as it’s obviously a token from an arcade or something.

This led me to take a Google at the place.

From this article on The American Conservative:

The building itself is at least as unconventional as its mix of tenants. The site was originally composed of a massive new-build S. Klein department store (over 200,000 square feet) and a smaller separate strip plaza housing an A&P supermarket and a few other stores. Beltway Plaza in its present form is the remnants of both original separate pieces with a newer enclosed mall bridging them. It has seen a succession of anchors and semi-anchors over the years, from discount department stores to two movie theaters to a Chinese buffet to a space offering computer workshops. It is now home to a church, several restaurants from Italian to African, one movie theater, a gym, an arcade/fun center, a supermarket, salons, and a variety of budget-oriented smaller stores.

I used to love malls. We had Eastland Mall in Charlotte, NC and Columbia Mall in Columbia, SC as our main go to malls in our area.

Now the malls that are left are a shadow of what these cathedrals of capitalism used to be. It’s tiresome just to visit them.

Eastland had an ice rink and we’d go there with our youth group from church every year to skate and shop for Christmas.


One of my most favorite stores was The Intimate Bookshop.


I loved the creaking floors and the smell of the store. I don’t know if it’s was a piped smell or the book bindings. I miss that place.

And I can’t forget The Tinder Box. The smell of tobacco and all the paraphernalia that goes along with that. If you’ve never been to one it’s not a head shop. It an honest to goodness tobacconist. I think that’s the right word anyway. I don’t know if they still exist as a company. I enjoyed them though. (A quick bit of research and they do still exist!)


Strange how a token found in a tobacco shop can take you on a stroll down memory lane.

For my friend Yoko in case he actually reads this. Yes, I know you so well. 😏

And Claudia, I hope this wasn’t too wordy.

That’s it. That’s the post.


The Cabin On Scout Cabin Road

Old post from my old blog but worth sharing here again.

This old place has been razed for the millstones in the chimneys. I hate that. I hope it was the owner that did so. Otherwise, boo.

I’ll bet she was really something in her prime.

I pass this spot all the time and have always wanted to stop. Since I started this page I find that I need to follow the urge to stop and explore more. So here you go. I have no history for this old place other than the fact that it may have been and old Scout Cabin. Hence the name of the road! Enjoy the pics and if you are ever in this neck of the woods stop by and visit it for yourself.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Old Pic

This was an old toy flashlight of my daughters. For years I had it sitting on top of the light on my work bench in the garage. It was a reminder of when she was little, I suppose.

One day it fell and smashed to bits.

We lose things along the way and only have memories of them to hold onto.

If we’re lucky, we’ll have an old pic or two.

That’s it. That’s the post.


The Meek

Dictionary Definition

  • Showing patience and humility; gentle.
  • Easily imposed on; submissive.
  • To make meek; soften; render mild, pliant, or submissive;

Biblical Definition

Based on the various Scriptures in which meekness is used, we can come up with a pretty good working definition of what it is. Meekness, according to the Bible, is being humble and gentle towards others and willingly being submissive and obedient to the Lord. It is not being selfish and arrogant, loud or obnoxious. Rather, it’s having a quiet but confident trust in the Lord and being willing and able to do whatever it is He commands. In regards to how a meek person would treat others, they would definitely be humble and gentle both in their words and in their actions.

When I was in the army I had a platoon sergeant, SSG Manning who was a Christian. He did not cuss, smoke, or drink. He was a warrior in every sense of the word. And he was a good man.

He would share his testimony if asked, but otherwise lived a proper Christian life and showed you the way instead of preaching it.

He taught me something from the Bible about the meek.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭5:5‬ ‭

The meek aren’t what you think of in the modern definition of the word.

Meek people own a sword, they know how to use a sword, and they have the wisdom to know when it’s time to use that sword. – SSG Manning

If I don’t remember anything else I remember that he considered me meek.

And I’ll take that. All day long.

That’s it. That’s the post.



It has come to my attention that people say they “write”, but I wonder how many actually do. How many actually sit down and put pen to paper to immortalize thought and word? I’ve read that the process can develop a sharper memory, especially of what you’re writing. I’m thinking I’ll start carrying a small notebook with me all the time for that exact purpose. I don’t think I have any problems with my memory, maybe I do.

Maybe I forgot.

Also, my handwriting is awful and perhaps the act of physically writing will help that improve. It can’t hurt.

Maybe, if I slow down, it might even become legible. I’ve never really written slowly. I’ve always written to get something down and done. Always hurrying along to the next thing. It will be a test in patience. Something that is, on occasion, in short supply at the warehouse in my mind.

I’m still rolling some ideas around in my head for both blog and podcast.

I’m also reading my bible daily. At the moment the plan I’m reading is on anxiety. I’m not afflicted with major anxiety but I do know several who are. All of us suffer from it a bit. The passages and devotionals I’ve been reading help with the day in day out deal.

My major problem blog/podcast-wise is I don’t know exactly what I want it to be about.

There are SO MANY paranormal and weird podcasts out there. Some are fantastic. Some are not. And the internet is not slow to tell you if you suck. I do know I’m taking my time, because the digital populace will eat. you. alive.