Tag: Grindrod
John Grindrod: Reflections on Landon and his early February visit
During my teaching days, I always enjoyed doing with my classes John Greenleaf Whittier’s 1866 narrative poem “Snowbound: A Winter Idyl,” a poem inspired...
John Grindrod: Despite its immensity, it’s indeed a small world
On a planet that has almost 57 million square miles of land surface upon which trod nearly eight billion people, it’s indeed hard to...
John Grindrod: Strictly the positives of my holiday travels
OK, so I scraped quite a few items off my complaints plate last week, from the massive traffic jam covering the last 50 or...
John Grindrod: Post-Christmas travels to a very different Hilton Head
There are few experiences I’ve enjoyed in my life more than travel. To me, they’re the longer versions of the weekend, of which I’ve...
John Grindrod: Remembering the coaching world’s winningest loser
Despite the massive disappointment this football season has been for me as a Browns fan, I do get a bit more enthused about the...
John Grindrod: Hail to those special groundhogs and their ephemeral fame
Each year, I have to chuckle as Feb. 2 approaches, for it’s on that day that a rodent perceived as a pest by most...
John Grindrod: What once was common now often is not
When it’s time to do sheets and towels in my crib, I always think of two people, my mom and my neighbor Suzanne Kelley....
John Grindrod: Glimpses of America, 1957
A couple of years ago, one of my sweet and gentle readers, Mary Crider, gave me a large stack of my favorite childhood magazine,...
John Grindrod: Recollections of a father’s patience
Despite my dad’s passing more than 40 years ago, I think of him often, which is not unusual, I realize. And, when I think...
John Grindrod: Come the New Year, thoughts of the end
Thirty years ago, I turned 40 and handled it without a scintilla of trepidation. There was a big surprise party for me, organized by...
