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McFadyen Musings

Another Productive Day

By: Bill McFadyen My wife did a fantastic job of compiling a list of chores for me to accomplish that Saturday while she would be in town shopping for Back to College items for our rising sophomore. There was, of course, the yard to be mowed. The destruction of the old boy’s club in the barn had stalled out since […]

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BIRDFEEDERS

BIRDFEEDERS        The phone screen read “Hoose.”  When Hudson was still just a little tyke, he loved playing with Pokémon cards. He had hundreds. I never caught on to the game, so as a cursory observer, I simply noticed that all of the figures had Asian names. I told him that as many […]

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Make No Mistake

By Bill McFadyen “Early” depends on your internal clock but for me, it was early – daylight before the sunrise. True to her preferred Sunday ritual, my wife slept on. Penny sniffed for interlopers from the night before and Norma did that cat-thing where she demanded attention until it was offered, at which time she […]

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Life Behind the Earthen Dam

By Bill McFadyen   My primary care physician, who also served as best man at my late 20th century wedding, was engaging in retention of repeat business in that spring of 2012. “We see by our records that you have not had a physical in two years. We would like to schedule one.” It was only […]

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“Mr. Marvin’s Marinade”

by Bill McFadyen February 25, 2018 I never knew a whole lot about Marvin Hayslip. One of his daughters married one my in-laws. I saw him on Thanksgivings. His family and my in-laws occupied the same house for a spell. As is my way, I mingled in and out of every group. He seemed from […]

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I Thought We Came to Fish

By Bill McFadyen Back in the days before sloshing across the deep blue sea in large boats made me turn various colors and then vomit, I fished about once a year with Watson Caviness and his dad, Dr. Bob Caviness. I would contribute a share toward entry fees and expenses in small tournaments that took […]

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Graduation Goodbye

Of Rainbows and Fledgling Flights By: Bill McFadyen From the first day of becoming a parent, one hears the clichéd advice repeatedly. It comes from people older than you or at least from ones whose children have aged to a point beyond the full need of parental guidance.  My dad was the master of the […]

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Makin’ Bacon

By Bill McFadyen Growing up, Virginia was always about making our house a home. She was our mother, but more so she was our mom. Papa Scott was growing a small business into a large one. He was an incredible provider and in the last 20 years of his life, those years when I came […]

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McFadyen’s Musings: The Littlest Things

By Bill McFadyen We only saw each other when he was working. The friendship‘s beginning was a product of where I did business when our boat needed servicing. I only knew his first name and am unsure he knew mine at all. He sported long braids; I had male pattern baldness. I vacationed on the […]

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McFadyen’s Musings: The Man I Want To Be

We were still in the habit of bathing our baby girl in the bathroom sink when word came of a second child in Susie’s womb. Looking for any reason not to have to repaint to a gender-specific color, I insisted that we should surprise ourselves seven months later by not allowing the ultrasound nurse to […]

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McFadyen’s Musings: Jose’s Boots

For two decades, I listened with only one ear when a church member would talk about mission trips to Reynosa, Mexico. A crowd would go down there by way of McAllen, Texas, and be gone for a week. Honestly, I did not miss them. To my perception, they were gone for a Sunday or two […]

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McFadyen’s Musings July/Aug 2017

By Bill McFadyen  We were still in the habit of bathing our baby girl in the bathroom sink when word came of a second child in Susie’s womb. Looking for any reason not to have to repaint to a gender-specific color, I insisted that we should surprise ourselves seven months later by not allowing the […]

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