Fred First
FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp
The transformation of the Missouri Boot Heel
A year from today, I will be living in a world I do not know. But I can learn much about the place...
FRED FIRST: There Are Places I Remember
The Moods and Memories of Mountains
On reaching the summit of the long incline up from...
Within Our Grasp – Learning To Live With What We Have
We are coming to the end of many familiar and comfortable ways of life in...
FRED FIRST: Country Mouse, City Life / Growing New Roots without Transplant Shock
As soon as we made the decision in November to move to Columbia, calculating the...
FRED FIRST: Landing on One’s Feet
. . . and To be a Placed Person When You Get There
In Floyd County—or...
FRED FIRST: Time On Earth – The Motion Our Tools Can Help Us See
Today, two visual gems I wanted you to see.
FIRST… WINTER IN TIME
For those of you who think winter is gray and sleeping or any...
FRED FIRST: Welcome Winter! (I Will Try To Give This Season A Chance – Again)
… When winter comes, our morning walks don’t end, but they are no longer a casual tiptoe through the woods.
Winter walks are a deep-sea...
FRED FIRST: To Age Well, Start Young
"There is no cure for the common birthday . . . " - John Glenn
I remember it clearly. I was 12 when I first...
FRED FIRST: Things Are Looking Up . . .
Where the Sidewalk Ends (November 29th post) began a topic that loomed like a new chapter just ahead of me (and you, the reader).
But Covid...
FRED FIRST: Doodling Really Does Help Me Think!
I Want an Apology From All My Teachers . . .
…who confiscated my etchings, mazes and caricatures during class.
Unfortunately, the latter were good enough...
FRED FIRST: The Glue of Community Does Not Age So Well
Living in place does not insure a lasting connection, as friends our age drop out of the picture. Will we experience new friendships close...
