January 1983 It is difficult to remember the details of these past times. They were dark days. Kama Nagari was regularly going to West Virginia. Sometimes she would take the children and sometimes she would leave them back. She was … Continue reading
Category Archives: Memoirs
12/30/11 Rim Rock One of the hardest things a parent can do is send a child away to school, especially a four year old child, yet that’s precisely what Kama Nagari and I did. We sent Vrindavan, our first son, … Continue reading
12/13/11 Our first temple was in my home at Warkworth. This was a really bad idea. To mix a public temple with a private home is to put tremendous strain on any family. Every morning at 5 AM about 20 … Continue reading
02/22/13 Dear Naty, Growing up in the 1960s school had two divisions, the elementary level and secondary level. The elementary level went from kindergarten to grade 8, and the secondary level went from grade 9 to grade 13. This secondary … Continue reading
September 2012 Riverside California I had an office on the main floor of the big building in Bahulaban, New Vrindavan, just above the kitchens and right off from the main eating hall. In those days, Haridham and I were working … Continue reading
Most people know what a canoe is. It’s a boat originally used by the tribal peoples on the east coast of North America for hunting and fishing. It’s a long and thin boat pointed on both ends. You kneel in … Continue reading
February 8, 2012 Riverside CA Who has ever heard of stooking? Some of the best years of my youth were spent toiling in the fields near my grandparent’s cottage stooking grain. During the August harvest season the oat and wheat … Continue reading
04/29/12 Eastern Ontario in Canada where I grew up boarders on the Canadian Shield. During the last ice age huge glaciers, hundreds of feet thick, descended across North America covering this area of the country. When these glaciers melted they … Continue reading
I have previously mentioned “the cottage.” This cottage was originally the property of my maternal grandfather. It was during the 1950s that he leased the land on the banks of the Trent River and built his summer home. This was his … Continue reading
Thine aid, O Muse, I consciously beseech; I crave thy succour, ask for thine assistance That men may cry: “Some little ode! A peach!” O Muse, grant me the strength to go the distance!* To my readers, I started creating … Continue reading