George Shuman
Winter’s End
By G.E. Shuman The snow is still falling in this world of white and ice And temps are quite low, which always makes things nice For fuel bills to soar as high as an eagle While wild winds howl like a lovesick beagle. * (*Sorry… had to rhyme with eagle.) It’s difficult to live where it simply keeps snowing Sometimes until May, when the long j...
The Diamond Story
By G. E. Shuman Sometimes we can be shown a truth and witness a lesson to be learned about some big thing we are going through, because of some smaller incident or observation that we experience. These things become object lessons from real life; they are parables that are more than stories, but real-life evidence that the bigger thing...
There will be Martians!
By G. E. Shuman For my entire life, at least the entire part of it that I can remember, I have been interested in and following our country’s space programs. I have always been amazed at our ever-increasing ability to explore other worlds, with landers and rovers and space-borne telescopes and cameras. I have loved following the manned missions. I...
My Engagement Story
Dear Readers, Please allow me to introduce a good friend and fellow English teacher and writer. Her words here express the spirit of Valentine’s Day better than I ever could. I hope that they might inspire you to do something special, something spectacular for the one you love, in this special season of love. G. E. Shuman My Engagement Story By Amb...
What a Day Will Bring
By G. E. Shuman So, I was staring at my face in the bathroom mirror this morning, getting ready to shave, after my morning shower. The mirror is the same one I have looked into for the past thirty-five years or so. The face, not so much. Either that or that mirror has really deteriorated over the years. It must be a matter of muscle memory that I u...
Here We Are Again, Already
By G. E. Shuman I was writing this column for the paper the other day and told you how amazed I was that the holidays were over, and that another year had already passed. We talked a few moments, you and I, about how we would now need to practice writing another number for the year, and I know I said it would take a while for me to stop writing ‘la...
The Guardian
(a fanciful story) By G. E. Shuman It has been many years since I first became guardian of this place, for these few weeks, at this magical time of the year. I have no idea of the number of those past years and have failed at counting the long periods of rest and darkness in between the wonderful times of light. Those most recent eleven black month...
The Ornament
By G. E. Shuman Only weeks ago we climbed the stairs, To the attic, behind the old door. And went to the corner, where Christmasʼ is kept, In boxes stacked high on the floor. We brought the stack down to the living room, Two flights from its cold storage spot. And opened it up, just like every year, Quite amazed at all weʼd forgot. The boxes held o...
One Family’s Christmas Suggestion
By G. E. Shuman I’ll tell you a story, in Seussical rhymes Of a family decision, made one Christmastime To do something different when they got together To celebrate Christmas, in snow-stormy weather. For so many years, they had worried and stressed To find just which presents would be simply best For nephews and nieces and parents and others Who g...
Happy Thanksgiving!
Dear Readers, Dear Friends, This week’s column will be a short one. (I know, some of you are breathing a sigh of relief with that news.) Sometimes I try to make you laugh in this space; sometimes I just want to make us all think. Today I would like us to think. I would also like us to feel. Our nation has just finished another very contentious poli...
