My grandfather died four years ago today. I don’t like to talk about missing him because it still hurts, and I suppose it always will. For the longest time I was afraid that I would only remember him the way that he was at the end, when Parkinson’s had robbed him of his balance and itContinue reading “Four Years”
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Some Short Lived Memphis Football Programs
Originally posted on The Pink Palace Family of Museums:
Clarence Saunders’ Sole Owner Tigers are not Memphis’s only defunct football program. In 1974, the Southmen came to town as part of the World Football League. The Southmen began as the Toronto Northmen; however, the Canadian Prime Minister was concerned about having American expansion teams compete…
S.Y. Wilson’s Coffin
Originally posted on The Pink Palace Family of Museums:
One of the Pink Palace’s newest acquisitions is a mid-twentieth century coffin that was donated by Susan Wilson Hoggard of S.Y. Wilson store in Arlington, Tennessee. S.Y. Wilson opened in 1893 as a general country store that sold provisions in eastern Shelby County. Samuel Young Wilson…
Why my kid isn’t in the cry room
We’re a Catholic family, and we go to mass on Sundays. I love our church. It’s a good size, focused on social justice, has friendly people and loving priests, and good music. It also doesn’t really have a cry room. That’s right. I go to mass with a toddler in a church without a glassContinue reading “Why my kid isn’t in the cry room”
The Cemetery across the Street
Originally posted on The Pink Palace Family of Museums:
If you drive west on Central Avenue towards the Memphis Pink Palace Museum, you may notice a small cemetery at the corner of Central and Lafayette Street immediately before you see the museum’s fence. This graveyard was in use well before Clarence Saunders bought the land…
That time I made finger paint…
My kid loves to play with his food. Spaghetti, oatmeal, partially mashed peas–if he can smush it on his tray, he’s happy. I was home with him yesterday and decided that maybe it was time for him to try out his smearing skills with some paint. A very quick internet search led me to manyContinue reading “That time I made finger paint…”
Walks in Memphis
I love walks in Memphis. You never know what you may find.
Letting him eat dirt
Spotless. Pristine. Bored. These are not words I use to describe my son. Messy. Dirty. Inquisitive. These are the ones I am more apt to employ. Never have they been more justified then yesterday. We moved azaleas from my grandmother’s house to our front yard. They will get the sun they need, and the front of our houseContinue reading “Letting him eat dirt”
An Irish Memphian
Originally posted on The Pink Palace Family of Museums:
In the nineteenth century, many Irish citizens immigrated to Memphis. The poorest of these lived in an area of downtown known as the Pinch District. The name is credited to Mr. Craven Peyton, an early Memphian, who called the area “Pinch gut” after noticing the near…
Being brave
My little boy is learning how to be brave. He wants to let go and take steps away from what is safe, but he gets scared. He wants to venture off and play next to the slightly bigger kids, but he gets timid. He watches and learns and waits until he’s figured out the outcomes. And then,Continue reading “Being brave”
Caroline Mitchell Carrico 