Before I Forget

Before I Forget

This powerful novel of three generations of black men bound by blood — and by histories of mutual love, fear, and frustration — gives author Leonard Pitts the opportunity to explore the painful truths of black men's lives, especially as they play out in the fraught relations of fathers and sons. As 50-year-old Mo tries to reach out to his increasingly tuned-out son Trey (who himself has become an unwed teenaged father), he realizes that the burden of grief and anger he carries over his own estranged father has everything to do with the struggles he encounters with his son. Part road novel, part character study, and part social critique, and written in compulsively readable prose, Before I Forget is the work of a major new voice in American fiction. Pitts knows inside and out the difficulties facing black men as they grapple with the complexities of their roles as fathers.

Before I Forget

Before I Forget

Ever wish you'd had that chance to visit with your Dad or Grandfather and talk about their time in the service during World War II? Here is the author's response to his daughter's request for that story. From the new recruit to the bombing missions over Europe through the dark period as a Prisoner of War, the author's story unfolds in a straight forward manner with pathos and humor. It will find a place in your library of favorites.

Before I Forget

Before I Forget

on June 1967 when he was called up for National Service in the Australian Army.Before I Forget is an account of his wartime experiences having been drafted from the relative safety of a family life in Brisbane; to the horror, tedium and humor of his tour of duty in the Vietnam War; and his coming to terms with these experiences once back in Australia, when so many of his fellow vets' lives were falling apart.This book is not a glorification of war, or about the grief it brings to family, friends and loved ones. It is a typical Digger's story of an atypical war - a bloody, politically motivated and explosively unpopular war, characterized by savagery in the field and dissent at home.This is a raw and honest account of a man who, like so many others, willingly risked his life to fight in a strange and foreign land for the honour and security of his country.

Before We Forget

Reflections from New and Seasoned Pastors on Enduring Ministry

Before We Forget

How can pastors endure in ministry? How can they finish well? The pastors who have contributed to Before We Forget—some early in their ministries, some with decades of experience—believe remembering is the key to endurance. Remembering their first love. Remembering God’s call to ministry. Remembering the lessons God taught them in the early days of their service. The premise of the book is simple. We too often and too quickly forget the lessons God is teaching us. This whole book, then, is an exercise in remembrance. The authors want to remind themselves of God’s work in their lives as he has conformed them into the image of Jesus and molded them into more faithful followers and more careful shepherds. As they remember and recount what God has done for them and in them, their reflections will encourage pastors as they too run their race with endurance. Before We Forget includes chapters from the following leading pastors and more: Jimmy Scroggins, lead pastor of Family Church in South Florida Hershael York, senior pastor of Buck Run Baptist Church in Frankfort, Kentucky, dean of the Southern Seminary School of Theology Kevin Ezell, president of the North American Mission Board of the Southern Baptist Convention Jason Meyer, pastor for preaching and vision at Bethlehem Baptist Church in Minneapolis, Minnesota

Before I Forget

Before I Forget


Before I Forget

Essays of an Old Seaman

Before I Forget

Gordon Thompson served six years in the Merchant Marines in World War II. This Collection of essays are his observations on life, from the perspective gained at sea.

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Memoirs of a Great Life

Before I Forget . . .

When I was young, the Civil War and the Revolutionary War was ancient history to me. However, as I now reflect on my life, I suddenly realize how young our country is for I knew somebody who knew people in the Revolutionary War that ended over 225 years ago! GrandmotherGranniemother of my Grandfather Herbert Windsorwas born in 1835 and died in 1927 when I was fivea wonderful old lady I loved. She was 10 in 1845, 60 years after that war ended. I am sure there were numerous veterans then 80-90 years old. And so, I touched the woman who touched some veterans of the Revolutionary War! She also had to know quite a few in the Civil War when she was 20-years-old, a war that ended only 57 years before my birth. Put in this perspective, what has happened to our country in that time is incredible from total population, to trains, planes, telephones, automobiles, medicines, radio, TV, computers, a man on the moon and millions of new citizens from all over the world! None of these people could even have conceived of such marvels nor a life expectancy from about 35 to 40 to 83 plus. My life has seen an explosion in technology that now affects the entire world. I have been privileged to be in on the beginning of some of that technology. * * * * * I have written these memoirs so that the family and possible future generations might share in my experiences of a life of many involvements, many accomplishments, some failures, many contacts with the famous, and a life for which I can be so grateful. As the youngest of four, I often was rebelliousI wanted my own way. I suspect this was partly due to inheriting some of my fathers genes. (Occasionally I had tantrums which were easily handled by mother who would say, Go on and yell, Ill wait. That pretty well cooled my attempt at getting attention.) Still, I was brought up in a loving family, the four of us with our parents were all for each other. Thanks to Dads success in business, we were brought up, even with the Depression, with comfort. Throughout my career, I was known for being quite creative. I think that too came in part from Dad being very positive about doing things his way. I wanted to challenge him on many things and that caused me to think about new ways. I never could have guessed I would marry a girl from my kindergarten class. I was based in California and fearlessly spoke up to my commanding officer (a Major) whose name was the same as a fellow member of Tiger Inn at Princeton. He changed my orders that permitted me to call a girl I had dated at Vassar and while on a weekend date in La Jolla, I visited the parents of Mary Randolph who lived there. I always enjoyed the Randolphs, each of whom had creative talents and an unusual sense of humor. They enjoyed small situations that would pass by most people. Their only child absorbed the best of each. Sixty years later she could still reel off a classic story while having fun doing it. Randy has been an extraordinary companion all these years. She was always very creative with great talents in so many ways. Still, except for our common background in Bronxville, from the start we had different interests. Mine were sports and music and taking risks. Hers were reading, writing and avoidance of conflict. By necessity she was brought up frugally. The fact we stayed together all these 68 years is a great tribute to her hanging in as she raised our kids, cooked their meals on time, dressed them, and drove them to wherever. In our earlier years when we were still trying to adjust to each other, she once said she should have married a 9-5 husband who didnt commute. Her support for my passion for various jobs with late hours and business trips while she was stuck at home made my life possible. How lucky can a man be. She raised four wonderful children, each quite different from the other yet each closely and lovingly attached to each other and to us. NOTE: To minimize confusion when Randy

Before I Forget

Preserved Memories of One Who Has Lived a Full Life

Before I Forget

Before I Forget by Robert M. Boyles, II is a collection of humorous memories by an aging author who has a family history of Alzheimer's disease.

Before I Forget

Before I Forget

My ancestors went to Guyana, only English country in South America, by boats from different continents. My mother, Indian, father, Negro, ate the forbidden fruit. I was rejected from conception, amidst the hate and confusion. Old enough to walk, I became my older brothers Datson and David’s keeper. They were mute, deaf and later blind; I was their ears, mouth and later eyes Allegedly, curse on my mother from her father for marring a Black man. Nothing stopped me from loving, caring, being proud of them. Bigotry, hatred, ignorance engulfed my childhood in a providently Indian village. We were dehumanized like animals, freaks and slaves. Even the good Madras people of Whim couldn’t stop the horror of being ‘Mixed’. In the house of silence, practicing my vocabulary/hearing on animals. Am an animal lover till today. Was told am Indian, speak, pray in Hindi and Sanskrit, ‘keep away from Blacks; they eat Indian children with curly hair’. After ten, this barefooted Indian found her other ‘half’. Allowed to enter their homes, gravitated and become a runaway. Giant ants, deepwater, dunce cap, ostracized Mommy died, Cinderella abuse stopped when my dearest Uncle Bertram set me free on an elephant - five-dollar bill. Like barnacle, I clamped to the first man in freedom town. He gave me three beautiful children, when nothing left to clamp onto, he forced me to fly without wings. Flew to America, cold, homeless, penniless. A Stranger gave me some silver. I slept under friend’s table, a kind family made me and mine American Citizens. No job was too many. Goodwill perfect for low-maintenance like us. Education and focus, #1 priority I thank/forgive those haters who looked down at me, they gave me the will to rise. I have my David, and, for not eating my young, God blessed me with six grandchildren.

Before I Forget

Before I Forget

Abby's memories are her most precious thing. Even though they're sometimes painful, she can't stop herself looking back, reliving the love of her life. Until a freak accident means that she could lose it all: every memory and experience she has ever had. Abby can't believe it's true. She feels fine. She is fine. How could she possibly forget all those moments that make her who she is? She's determined to fight it. With the help of her friends and family, Abby makes a list of things she's always wanted to do. She's going to save her memory by having the most unforgettable year of her life ...