Born and grew up in Hawaii, mostly on a surfboard.
4.5 years in WWII (So.Pacific. Atlantic and Mediterranean) from Apprentice Seaman (which is the lowest form of U S Navy pond life) to Gunnery Officer
aboard USS MENGES, DE320. Wounded in battle, and featured
Essays: Entertaining At High Tea in the Old Days Although over 75 years have passed since I last observed the very proper proceedings at age 12 or so, I clearly recall my mother's high teas having been meticulously planned, their preparation exceedingly detailed and their service wonderfully elaborate. High Tea at Buckingham ... More..
The Wonder Of Heaven Having passed my 87th birthday and now being held captive by the inexorable progress of the dreaded Parkinson's Disease, I am brought to the point of taking stock of myself, and to contemplate what the future I have left may bring. Being a sensible person, I realistically cannot expect many more years of... More..
The Ultimate Legacy We will have won, really WON, when we know we have given Life our very best shot. We cannot ask more of ourselves! We take comfort and pride when seeing in the mirror the reflection of a Winner, the person who drew upon inner resources to ride over perceived obstacles and press ahead with dedication and c... More..
Humor: Advancing The Art Of Parent BuggingAuthor's note: This is a true story. All places, people, events and things in the following narrative are, or were, real places, people, events and things that actually existed, lived or happened as described. I'm not kidding. It was excellent planning on the part of my brother, Henr... More..
Looking back on 87 years, I can't think of anyone I knew who at one time or another didn't complain of back pain, including me! There have been many times I have been visited by lower back pain, sometimes excruciating. The usual cause has been turning sharply with my feet planted (as in a tennis service - or "serve") or lift... More..
SOLILOQUY, 2006 "I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My sorrow, into something I can bear." Edna St. Vincent Millay ("Sonnet") As we age, the Vehicle Of Time accelerates, and our months become wee... More..
Time, And Its Passage As I age, the Vehicle Of Time accelerates, and my Months become Weeks and Weeks become Days as Quickening Time hurries by and The Inevitable looms ever closer, ever closer, ever closer . . . . . However, we cannot strain backward to change anything, or regain some Time, or even slow its progress. Contemp... More..
Edgar Nash
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