Category: told by David Ferguson

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The Playground Showers

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 [...]

Hughie Ferguson’s Uncle Danny

by Hughie Ferguson and Greet Macdonald as told to David Ferguson David: Do you remember your grandparents? Hughie: My grandfather was Hughie. Greet: And his grandmother lived with them after the grandfather died. She couldn’t speak English. Hughie: With the Gaelic, oh, yeah. They did a lot of talking about it. David: What did he [...]

David DID Have a Room of His Own

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 [...]

Rose Ferguson Gets Her Own Room

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 [...]

Hughie Ferguson, Kevin Ferguson, and the Australian Euchre Game

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, [...]

Gillian Ferguson and Clancy

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 [...]

How David Learned Freddie’s Name

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 [...]

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