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Year

1983

4 entries

  1. Saturday, January 1, 1983 · Don Krumpos

    A Consummate Maker

    The little projects with my dad were not so little. At least they were large in my heart. When I look back, some of the deepest intimacies we shared did not happen through long conversations or dramatic father-son moments, but…

  2. Saturday, January 1, 1983 · Don Krumpos

    Harold and the Laying on of Hands

    Some of my clearest childhood memories of church are not from Sunday worship itself but from the odd currents that swirled around it—potlucks, basement coffee, revival language drifting through fellowship halls, and certain visitors who seemed to arrive from a…

  3. Saturday, January 1, 1983 · Don Krumpos

    Light on a Living Room Wall

    Before I knew Europe as geography, I knew it as light on a living room wall. My father had a slide projector—I can still hear, or think I can hear, the dry mechanical click of the carousel advancing, the brief…

  4. Wednesday, June 1, 1983 · Don Krumpos

    The Oregon Trip

    Mt. St. Helens had erupted, and I was obsessed. I'd read about it in National Geographic in the school library — the lateral blast, the ash cloud, the forests flattened like matchsticks in radial lines from the crater. The photographs…