It is a reasonably warm morning in Capon Springs, WV, site of many an extended family vacation since 1994. The kids’ Fourth of July parade has wound its way down to the Main House. A costumed dramatic proclamation of Independence has been Declared. The stars and stripes have been raised to a rousing hand-to-heart renditionContinue reading “French Toast, Fireworks and Freedom”
Author Archives: cfheidel
Yetanotherversary
Yetanotherversary. These always seem to slip by me. 8 years (and 2 days) ago, I started back to work. A man, his wheelchair, and a circus cannon. Three employer labels later, grateful to God, family, great docs, nurses, PTs, OTs, Seating Specialists – – and for a host of exceptional colleagues. Cheers!
Wheelchairs in Under-Developed Regions
Nine years a fairly high-functioning quadriplegic, and operating in the realm of project management, I appreciated not only the mission, but also the value placed on input from stakeholders: academics, designers, scaled-up manufacturers, parts suppliers, service and repair resources, and disabled end users.
Advent and Stones?
As with much that God has for us, things are not always as they seem.
Third Baseline Lesson
In May of 1970, my dad (the tall guy), his Chevrolet colleagues, John Owens and Don Freeman, along with Richard Owens and me, presented Ted Williams, then Coach of the Washington Senators, with the Ted Williams Story. First and better known as the Boston Red Sox slugger, Williams’ bio flick aired that April on channelContinue reading “Third Baseline Lesson”
Requiem of Relief
My Thanksgiving’s Friday, Cuz I’m still in the coop. My buddy got it in the neck, And now he’s in the soup. Author Unknown; Attribution to Betty Marvin
A Thanksgiving Re-Tale, Retold
Thanksgiving 2009 has become the fixed north star on my timeline by which I recall, and in recalling, attempt to measure, weigh, and value God’s immeasurable, infinite and priceless faithfulness to me . . . .
Ein Deutsche Prairie Hund
A semi-auto-biographical childhood ramble in which young Seagy Hallstadt learns about his childhood wonderlands — real for a season, ethereal in the end, but always true. “Anyone returning to old haunts is a different person returning. A chapter read once is never read the same way again. And because new chapters always open, once present chapters must always close, even as newer, later life chapters write themselves.”
FATHER OF THE BRIDE TOAST Heidel-Masterson Wedding Reception-Dinner Atrium at Meadowlark Botanical Gardens Saturday, August 5, 2017
FATHER OF THE BRIDE TOAST Heidel-Masterson Wedding Reception-Dinner The Atrium at Meadowlark Botanical Gardens Saturday, August 5, 2017 Good evening and thank you all for coming this evening. On behalf of lovely and heroic Alice, along with Drew and Madeline Masterson, let me say how very pleased we are that you’ve joined us to celebrateContinue reading “FATHER OF THE BRIDE TOAST Heidel-Masterson Wedding Reception-Dinner Atrium at Meadowlark Botanical Gardens Saturday, August 5, 2017”
A CHARLES’ DICKIE CHRISTMAS 4EDUX
Well, there we all are. Slightly more numerous than last year. Another grand-baby-boy with somewhat inconvenient Scandinavian citizenship, and another engaging daughter engaged, who will soon tie the lasso with a handsome Texan fiancé. God’s goodness has crowned our year. Happy as we all may appear, do not be fooled. Several in this bunch are plotting, scheming meanContinue reading “A CHARLES’ DICKIE CHRISTMAS 4EDUX”
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