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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 Read more of Overcoming Depression 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 Read more of The Burden of Worry 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 Read more of Reaching the Unreachable 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 Read more of The Value of Teamwork 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 Read more of The Gift of Stepfamily 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 Read more of A Dream That Came True 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 Read more of When Tragedies Happen 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 Read more of Color Blindness 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 Read more of Aunt Malissa’s Grace This post is the ninth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. I grew up on a suburban street in Montgomery, AL that had approximately ten boys on the same block with all us in the same grade except two of us who were one year younger. We played Read more of Interrupted Games |
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