tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852401976091776228.post3194528428283996232..comments2024-03-28T16:39:46.847-04:00Comments on Tellers of Weird Tales: Authors on the Cover of Weird TalesTerence E. Hanleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08268641371264950572noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852401976091776228.post-5508742072287591402020-09-25T03:28:34.506-04:002020-09-25T03:28:34.506-04:00I never knew that Weird Tales ever had a Poe cover...I never knew that Weird Tales ever had a Poe cover, and I shouldn't be surprised. Too cool; and even better that you picked it up for only 15 cents! ;) - MarkArkangelrockshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04573069309712886235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852401976091776228.post-54124438011976453492016-10-27T12:43:35.473-04:002016-10-27T12:43:35.473-04:00Mike,
Thanks for a very nice comment. If I can ma...Mike,<br /><br />Thanks for a very nice comment. If I can make it to Connecticut one of these days, I'll join you for an apple cider.<br /><br />My mom passed on a story to us that John Dillinger's mother (or aunt--I can't remember which) saved her father's life when he was a baby or toddler by pulling a gob of phlegm out of his throat. My grandfather was born in 1914, so in 1918, he would have been four. I can't say that the flu did that to him, but I have always thought of it as a possibility.<br /><br />THTerence E. Hanleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08268641371264950572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852401976091776228.post-91881747613041921412016-10-12T08:18:49.575-04:002016-10-12T08:18:49.575-04:00Your appraisal of October as "the most nostal...Your appraisal of October as "the most nostalgic and evocative of months" really resonated within me, my friend! I love October; here in New England it is the most beautiful time of year. All of the things that you mentioned hold a special place in my heart -- pumpkins, cut corn, cider, woodsmoke, and of course the rapidly changing pallet of color as the trees retreat into hibernation for the coming winter. Carving jack o'lanterns is a beloved ritual that I will never outgrow. Many evenings throughout this most magical of months my friend Walter and I meet at a two hundred year old cemetery here in Bridgewater to watch the setting sun gradually change the brilliantly colored sugar maples into muted shades of pastel. We sit on hay bales in the back of his truck, listen to soundtracks from classic films and television shows that evoke the season, enjoy a cider or two, and revel in the majestic beauty of life. I wish you could join us one evening...<br /><br />Regarding the Influenza Epidemic of 1918: my paternal grandfather's first wife died in that epidemic. He later remarried -- the woman who became the mother of my father and his eight brothers and sisters. Without the Spanish Flu, neither me nor my many cousins would be here today... Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00263957025573611416noreply@blogger.com