A Voice From The Past

Talk Radio
In April of 1987 my father, Gordon R. Nelson, had a telephone interview about his cookbooks with talk radio host, Tom Carrol, of WENE, apparently in Endicott, NY. The interview was suggested by one of Dad's fans in the area. Sometime afterward a tape of that interview was send to my parents home. My mother and I listened to it for the first time today. I captured it digitally and post it here for the rest of the family to listen to.
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My Mother is Almost 80

And Spring Moose

We had a large family and friends gathering yesterday, a surprise party. She was very pleased. Her actual birthday is about a week away but everyone except my son the, Alaska Architect Geek student trapped in Montana, was in town this weekend. On the way home last evening my daughter, granddaughter, son-in-law and I saw 12 moose alongside the road in about 6 miles. The first four were running in single file across an open field glancing nervously back at where they came from.

Alaska State Fair Around 1982

I was cleaning up my office, here at work and came across a CD of personal photos. I found this one while I was checking them out. The adorable little boy on the horse would be my son.

Feeling Old

Today is my youngest child's 32nd birthday. Happy birthday, Son. The youngest of my nieces and nephews are in High School. One of my nephews is driving home to Alaska right now after finishing 4 years in the U.S. Coast Guard. Didn't his father and I just get out of the Army a few years ago? My older sister and I are both Grandparents. Except for the fact that every joint hurts nearly all the time, I take a stack of prescription medication every morning, there is an old guy with white hair and a long white beard staring back at me from the mirror when I brush my teeth, and I've been working the same job for over 20 years, I feel like I should only be 32. Time speeds up. The days feel like a couple hours. The months like weeks and the years like months. Summer just got here and now it's gone. Time is running down hill. The only advantage is the winters are shorter than when I was young, since a day on a snow machine cripples me up for a week.