You have captured an image that will forever live in my memories, but not my memories only, an entire generation of memories. These were the tables where we sat and talked about the future while drinking a Pepsi or a Coca Cola; these are the tables where conversations about love, war, peace, life and death were discussed. These red and white checkered tableclothes, though they are photographed in black and white, are what we see in our dreams when we dream about our youth. By Robert L. Huffstutter
My congratulations to Professor Bop for this excellent photo, a masterpiece.
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- HUFFSTUTTER'S PHOTO ESSAYS
- My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.
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