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Category Archive for 'Lessons from my Father'

Humble Roots

This post is the nineteenth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. My father was a “country boy” who grew up in Tuscaloosa and Hale counties in rural, west Alabama as the youngest of seven children.  His father was a sharecropper during the week and a pastor on the […]

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This post is the eighteenth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. When my mother died in 1965, my father battled with various levels of depression off and on for the next thirty-three years until his death.  I do not mean he was incapacitated by his depression, because he […]

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This post is the seventeenth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. None of us are perfect, and neither was my father. Lewis Marler would have been the first person to tell you so. If he was reading this blog he would say to me, “Malcolm, you’re making me […]

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This post is the sixteenth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. One man had rough, calloused hands from his construction work.  He cussed and sometimes wasn’t kind in the way he spoke to his wife.  He thought religion was for sissies. Another was a successful businessman who lived […]

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This post is the fifteenth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. As I have written before, my father and I shared the love of sports.  While he was a basketball and football star in college at Samford University, I attended Clemson University in South Carolina on a scholarship […]

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This post is the fourteenth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. A long-time friend of my father was Hudson Baggett.  They went to seminary together and remained in touch with one another over the years.  They regularly teased one another, laughed together, and had a sense of humor […]

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This post is the thirteenth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. On August 4th, 1965, my father, sister, and I went to peek in my parent’s bedroom where my mother was asleep.  She was resting comfortably and we decided not to wake her to kiss her good night […]

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This post is the twelfth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. I never knew my oldest sister. But my father told me about her. She was born approximately three and a half years before I was born.  My mother had a couple of miscarriages in her first two […]

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Color Blindness

This post is the eleventh in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. I grew up in the heart of Dixie during the most tumultuous times of the Civil Rights Movement.  I was born in Selma, grew up in Montgomery, and went to high school in a Birmingham suburb called […]

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This post is the tenth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. My father was one of the most honest persons I have known. Of course he wasn’t perfect, but there was a part of him that wanted to make sure that what he said and what he did […]

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