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EPISODE 3 TALKING TO THE WORLD FROM PAN AM’S CLIPPERS

I’m Allan Chapman, and thanks for being with me this week.  I should finish writing the latest Mr. Wugidgem this week and, with some more hard work, will podcast Episode 2 of Mr. Wugidgem And The Faces Of Freedom.  Today I will podcast Episode 3 from my father’s book, Talking To The World From Pan Am’s Clippers.   Please send me an email at allanwchapman@gmail.com to let me know if you would like to hear more episodes from my father’s book.  Click on the link under the photo to listen to the podcast; you can follow the text as well, which is printed below.

 

 

 

EPISODE 3 TALKING TO THE WORLD FROM PAN AM’S CLIPPERS

 A YOUNG MAN NAMED FRANCIS GOES TO RADIO SCHOOL

BY

FRANCIS ALLAN CHAPMAN

What’s the sky like, Dad?  Why is it blue?  There are “way back when” memories of a little guy named Francis who flew his Grandpa Brewer’s home made kite in a field of new mown hay in York Beach, Maine.

Later I recall when I graduated from climbing tall oaks for fun.  Five or six of my high school gang dared each other to climb the Salmon Falls, N.H. water tower at midnight.  We were sitting on the circular walkway 100 feet in the air, when a night watchman with a flashlight yelled for us to get down now!  I think he swore at us.  We quietly shivered atop the tower hoping he’d finally go away.  Which, of course, he did.  My adventures were getting a little bolder. Continue reading EPISODE 3 TALKING TO THE WORLD FROM PAN AM’S CLIPPERS

EPISODE 3 TALKING TO THE WORLD FROM PAN AM’S CLIPPERS

DIRECT LINK TO EPISODE 3.  I’m Allan Chapman, and thanks for being with me this week.  I should finish writing the latest Mr. Wugidgem this week and, with some more hard work, will podcast Episode 2 of Mr. Wugidgem And The Faces Of Freedom.  Today I will podcast Episode 3 from my father’s book, Talking To The World From Pan Am’s Clippers.   Please send me an email at allanwchapman@gmail.com to let me know if you would like to hear more episodes from my father’s book.  Thanks!

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EPISODE 25 GRANDMA CHAPMAN’S POETRY

Welcome to this week’s podcast (although it’s been closer to 2 weeks since my last one).  The end of Book  Five in the Mr. Wugidgem Series is in sight, but it will take me a few more weeks to finish up.  Today I will read another poem from my Grandmother’s collection.  This one is entitled The Mailman.  I believe you will find it another wonderful “slice of life.”

The Mailman

DIRECT LINK TO EPISODE 25 GRANDMA CHAPMAN’S POETRY

As is my new custom, I am posting the text for those of you who would like to follow along as I read:

THE MAILMAN

BY

FLORENCE CHAPMAN

This is a tribute to the mailman,

Be he on a busy street,

Or has the rural country beat.

He is ever faithful and alert

Trying to deliver the mail unhurt.

No matter what the weather  may be,

He is “on the job,” willing to see

That all the letters he safely brings,

And the papers, too, and other things.

Maybe it rains, or sleets, or snows,

Or thunders loud or a strong wind blows.

Whatever it does, he’s ready and true,

With a pleasant smile, his duty to do.

Written on February 10, 1969 in Brooklyn, Connecticut