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Monthly Archives: September 2014
I don’t know if Jessie Thomas Merica was a horse-obsessed boy, but even if he was, I bet he soon forgot ole’ Pet the family equine once the automobile came into his life. Jessie was born in 1916, which was … Continue reading
Snow came the night we reached Shenandoah in late December of 1968 after driving night and day from Southern California to make it while there was still time. It lay shining on the fields in the light of a full moon, glistening on … Continue reading
I was surprised to check my mail this morning and discover I’d won a One Lovely Blog award. As a winner, I have obligations, and here they are: Add the logo to my blog. Link to the person from whom you … Continue reading
Thomas Austin Merica was a handsome man with a gentle wit. He had thick auburn hair, a symmetrical oval face, prominent brows, a good straight gaze, finely proportioned nose, slightly bowed lips, straight but relaxed shoulders, and the look of … Continue reading
This is the first of a several-part series on my grandfather, Thomas Austin Merica. Thomas Austin Merica was born on May 28, 1884 in Greene County, Virginia. Or at least that’s the family legend. He was from sturdy German stock, … Continue reading