Category Archives: Comanche

The place where I grew up

Things are . . . arranged

Posted on December 23, 2005 by Marchbanks

Those who have to know do know, for right now. Continue reading →

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Like Webster, I am “much possessed by death”

Posted on December 21, 2005 by Marchbanks

The ugly part comes tomorrow when C and I have to go together to tell Mother that JP is dead. Continue reading →

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Kitchen disasters and the Cornmeal Whiskey Cake

Posted on September 14, 2004 by Marchbanks

They took the cake, sat in their car and ate every crumb of it, and were too drunk to know the difference. Continue reading →

Posted in Comanche, Food and Cooking, Personal History | 4 Comments

The Comanche Syndrome, or How to Meet Your Life Coming Back the Other Way

Posted on February 3, 2004 by Marchbanks

It’s never been that large a place, but it still seems to be one of those nexuses of the Universe. Continue reading →

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Of a drum and history

Posted on August 6, 2003 by Marchbanks

My mother was in town and wanted to bring by her father’s snare drum that he played when he was in the American Legion Band around 1920. Continue reading →

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Well, color ME gobsmacked

Posted on April 13, 2003 by Marchbanks

My mother.  My mother . . . is famous. Continue reading →

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Barbed wire and Mr. Delaney

Posted on February 23, 2003 by Marchbanks

I got out the card table and a tablecloth, set them up in the front yard, and took pictures of the barbed wire collection I’ve had since I was in the seventh grade. Continue reading →

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Do you remember . . . ?

Posted on December 9, 2002 by Marchbanks

The UPI teletype sat in the bathroom, where it clattered and banged and rang bells and generally carried on like something from The Front Page. Continue reading →

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Raising more ghosts

Posted on December 8, 2002 by Marchbanks

I was rummaging through a stack of cassettes a few days ago and discovered one that had no label on the case, so I pulled it out—to find that it was a tape of a radio station air-check I’d done back in 1976. Continue reading →

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The family reserve

Posted on November 22, 2002 by Marchbanks

I got out the box of home movies I’d rescued from the family farmhouse when we sold up early last year. Continue reading →

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