It merely hovered near as if following the slow spinning housefly careening around the room on the other side of her head.

A cool crisp bright spring-morning air flowed through the screen door and under the half open window as it spread into the darker interior.

But that's a whole 'nother story.

As for the photo above right, it shows me, my mother, two sisters and servers in mom's Center Main Restaurant (London, Ohio) at the stroke of midnight New Years Eve, 1953.

The photo at left is not my family but an iconic photo of the Great Depression (click it for source) showing the type of situation my folks had just recently pulled themselves up and out of.

Actually, I find the photo on the right to be significantly more poignant because the clock and calendar show it was just 3 month's before that excitedly bright and assuredly hopeful owner of the restaurant (2nd from right, my mother) received news that her oldest son had been killed in the Korean War.

She and my family were never the same, and when my nephew found this old photo and sent it to me 65 years later, I did not recognize that image of my mother as the woman I knew in any way.

For weeks I kept coming back to the picture trying to figure out who that mysterious unknown woman was, until the unexpected realization of date, time, and location burned a flashed and wailing recognition of the truth.

In fact that happy hopeful woman truly was not the woman I knew as my mother.

By the time I was fully aware of her, the death of her eldest son had already crushed her spirit in ways that even changed her appearance.

That flashed realization also reminded me I did in fact have a vague memory of a camera bulb exploding in front of my eyes, just as my dad quipped, "Bobby, lookie over here!"

Likely that is why I hate getting my picture taken even today.

A year or so after the picture above right was taken, I watched my dad circling his gun beside the head of my sister... the one seen mugging behind me in the photo.

Fifteen years later I became the first and only one of my immediate family to go to college.

In any case, the facts of that photo give context for this new book presented here about my experiences with online education at SNHU.

When starting something new my process is always to make a book out of it, and this self-programmed digital book framework (you are viewing) assures scaleable flexibility with great creative fluidity for every project, wherever it may lead.

My overall goal at this point is to make sure things I learn along the way will be openly available in an organized presentation to help jump start others beginning any similar journey.

Plus I like writing.

Below are linked two other projects which take advantage of the same e-book format and helped develop it:

Chuckie's Mission
(written to much applause for a local cycling club newsletter; one reader said, "As soon as I saw the word bucolic, I said, "Oh boy, here we go!")

Truth - Beauty - Art
(someone commented, "My god, it sounds like literature," to which I responded, "I sounds like literature because that is exactly what it is.")

In addition to my proprietary book format, I also make daily use of my own Project Manager in order to keep things moving forward as fast and efficiently as possible:

KeyTap® Memos

My basic start-up scratch notes for the SNHU project are here:

SNHU : Southern New Hampshire University

 

1) "How can the knower know the knower" is my own (more to the point) long standing paraphrase of a concept that I probably picked up in the late 1960's from Transcendental Meditation when Maharishi Mahesh Yogi was all the rage, or maybe it came from my studies of Saint Augustine at MacMurray College, 1968-72. It is a concept I have referred to over the years, and it helps explain why this digital book format was designed to formalize the making of expandable changes to a basic start-up idea with creative fluidity.

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