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Chapter 136: The Price of My Grand Scheme

October 16, 1906John Kehoe House221 W. Cervantes StreetPensacola, Florida The old man had a nice setup here, that’s for sure. I’m staying John Kehoe’s old room with Minnie and Fannie Kehoe. Even as the Kehoes were mourning their father, it all seemed serendipitous — at least that’s what Fannie said […]

Chapter 135: Setting the Scene

June 10, 2021Chevy Chase, Maryland Before we jump into the next chapter of Emmett’s life, let’s set the scene: In September, 1906, we know that Emmett moved to Pensacola. He moved in with family friends; specifically, the John Kehoe family, at 221 West Cervantes Street in Pensacola. John Kehoe was […]

Being Frank

I came across this today. I wonder if this Frank Wilson is related to my Emmett Wilson. Emmett had several older brothers, mentioned in previous blog entries. One was named Francis Childria Wilson, Jr., after Emmett’s father. Frank Jr. died in 1943. Frank Jr. and his wife, May, only had […]

What Was There

This is another interesting resource I stumbled across this afternoon, the historic photograph site, What Was There.   How it works: You locate the historic photograph. The website then superimposes the old photo over a current photo. You can fade in and out (from the past to the present), to […]

The Big Question (Mark)

When I was growing up, I used to go to New Orleans with my family to visit cousins and friends, and to celebrate Mardi Gras. My cousin’s house was on a street where two large parades would pass every year. The parades were on different days, of course. Occasionally, on […]

High Notes from 2014

It has been a really good year. I’m thankful to be here, thankful you are here, and thankful for Emmett finding a way into my life, because I (for sure) was not looking for him. I have to admit that I thought I’d be a lot further along in the […]

Angry at Emmett

Maybe this is all an off-shoot of the intense, compressed writing bloc over the past week, but I’ve noticed for the past several days that I have been — and am — mad at Emmett Wilson. This isn’t the first time I’ve been made at him, but this has been […]

Move Over, Rodney Dangerfield

Readers, imagine you are Emmett Wilson, seated in the VIP viewing stand with others of similar importance, at the 1915 Pensacola Mardi Gras parade. All is well; suddenly, the following float drifts by, and pauses in front of the viewing stand: Yes, people, someone actually designed and built a FLOAT […]

Research Heaven

Readers, when I told my colleagues I was headed down to Pensacola for a week to do work on Emmett’s book, and that I was thrilled and antsy to get there and get going, this was the picture they had in their minds of my ‘research’ setting: In reality, this […]