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Monthly Archives: August 2013

Fate, fealty and my father

This is our last day of re-blogging. We’ll start next week with all fresh posts. In the meantime, follow us for a chance to win a free Molly B and Me care package!

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I pulled a handwritten note and a crisp newspaper clip out of a basement bin last night and learned a little more about fate, fealty and my father.

Recently, my brother let us know that the Cincinnati Enquirer had named our dad, Ron Kostelnik, to the all-time University of Cincinnati all-star football team. He’s a first team selection from a 125-year old football program, one of only three selected from his era.

That he played for the Bearcats at all remains somewhat astonishing given the random path he took. Dad did not step onto a football field until his sophomore year in high school and then only because then head coach Jim Cook spotted him in a mandatory gym class.

Cook drove all the way to Colver to sit down with my dad and his parents and patiently convinced them that “Butch” should give football a go. Grandma remained…

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On rainbows, racism and our house by the side of the road

In honor of the anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech, we’re re-posting this

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 Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish – so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat,
Or hurl the cynic’s ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Sam Wolter Foss

 

We live in a house by the side of the road and, on sweet summer nights, we sit on the porch and watch the race of men go by.

From our perch we’ve seen chubby babies take their first step, eager little boys chase hundreds of baseballs, happy families juggling ice cream cones while pulling wagons full of sticky kids, grey haired couples strolling hand-in-hand, and rowdy teenagers with lead feet driving old cars with pounding bass…

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A picture perfect afternoon

We’re reblogging some of our favorites this week. We’re posting this little bit of nostalgia in honor of everyone heading back to school and away to college. Follow us for a chance to win a free Molly B and Me care package! Already a follower? Just refer someone else to the blog, let us know you did it, and we’ll enter you to win as well.

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In a rarely used dresser drawer, tucked under old scarves, faded programs and, inexplicably, my dad’s college diploma, I found a little stack of joy yesterday.

Love notes from my children drawn with fat fingers, dull crayons and sweet little earnest eyes; they turned an ordinary tidying project into an afternoon of lovely nostalgia.

Artwork hung from every corner of my kitchen at one time, taped on white cabinets and stuck to refrigerator doors.  In the heyday of my parenting I could see the children from my front porch as they tramped home from school, giant squares of Tempera painted sheets proudly held aloft.

We taped the bulk of them on the walls leading to the basement, framed the best and put away the special ones in cabinets and, apparently, dresser drawers.

We are not particularly gifted in the visual arts in my family and sometimes I had to ferret…

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Lombardi built champions and friends

We’re reblogging our favorite posts this week in honor of the two-year birthday of this blog. We’re also hoping for a few more followers. So, we’re going to enter every new follower into a drawing for a Molly B and Me care package that we’ll send out on September 3. Already a follower? Just refer someone to this blog and we’ll enter your name too. (Let us know that you referred someone either on our Facebook page or in the comment section of the blog.) We’re going to ask Connie the Cookie Lady to draw a name on Saturday. Thanks for reading and please enjoy some of our favorite posts.

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Of all the lessons Coach Lombardi taught his players — pursue excellence, never settle, honor the uniform, respect god, eat nutritionally, prepare thoroughly — one of the richest remains this: value friendship.

Honored residents of Titletown, Lombardi’s Packers bonded in the singular pursuit of championships and collective respect for their coach. That kind of high-fiving, champagne sipping, back slapping, memory making friendship is easy. With celebrity comes joyful gatherings and uncomplicated social occasions. The golf tournaments, poker games, hunting trips and parties ensured an effortless bonding that would have been enough for players of a different coach, men of a different era.

Both the test of genuine friendship and the basis on which it is built happens much more quietly, when dust starts to settle on the trophy case and family finances aren’t meted out from an even playing field.

With a dismissive attitude toward ego, Coach Lombardi encouraged his…

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