by David Ferguson When my family first moved to Detroit in 1952, we lived in the lower half of a brick duplex at 13101 Cherrylawn, in northwest Detroit. Some time around fifth grade, I was learning the “proper format” for writing letters. My teacher insisted that we include “street” or “road” or “avenue” after the [...]
by Greet Macdonald as told to David Ferguson [I talked to my mother tonight and told her about Rose getting her own room when she was a baby. Mom pointed out that I did once have a room of my own. -- Dave] [It was] at Bertie’s house [on MacIsaac Street in Inverness], the one [...]
My daughter Rose was born in March of 1980. Of my three children, she was at least at first the best-behaved baby. She even managed to be born quickly, and close to lunchtime, rather than in the middle of the night. For the first month, she had a crib in our bedroom. Our townhouse had [...]
by Dave Ferguson My parents came from Detroit to visit us in northern Virginia several times. It may have been their first visit to the house we had on Gainsborough Drive in Fairfax County. I don’t recall the year, but Kevin, my youngest, wasn’t very old — maybe 10. Kevin was bright but sometimes shy, [...]
by David Ferguson Around 1976, when I was working for Amtrak in Detroit, I decided to take my family to California by train. We wanted to take Gillian, who would have been 4 in 1976, to Disneyland, which is outside of Los Angeles. We had never been to San Francisco, so thought we could arrange [...]
by John Ferguson When my grandfather, “Jack D”, was visiting our home in Detroit, Michigan one particular time, he was sitting in a chair reading the newspaper. He wore a hearing aid, which in those days entailed a little box that men put in their shirt pockets. This particular day, my brothers David and Art [...]
David: You never told me how it was you guys decided to come to the States, which I never knew. Greet: You never knew how we decided? David: No, well, you probably didn’t ask my opinion back then. Greet: I’ll tell you. There was no jobs in Inverness. Hughie: That was it. Greet: We were [...]
by David Ferguson One summer when I was a teenager, my family went to Inverness, like we did every year. While we were there, my cousin Jackie (Freddie’s daughter) and I went to the cemetery. She spent more time in Inverness than I did, and I asked her to show me graves where relatives were [...]
Characters • Ferguson, Art • Ferguson, David • Ferguson, John • O'Brien, Patricia • Stories • Storytellers • told by David Ferguson | Dave Ferguson March 8, 2006 | 
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