Tammy Castleman
Bio
I have been an avid writer and photographer for most of my life. In terms of true passions, those are mine. What I lack for in memory, I make up for in recorded detail. We are what we leave behind.
Stories (48/0)
Comes the Quiet
“Of course we’re all going to die” shouted the stout black-haired man in the top-hat to the priest on the Bridge Deck of the Titanic as it pulled loose its moorings at Queenstown, Ireland April 14, 1912. But Jack Sullivan wasn’t interested in idle conversation at all. He was looking over his shoulder as the dock slowly receded from sight. Only then did he exhale and lean into the railing, fairly certain he had evaded capture.
By Tammy Castleman2 years ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge
Remembering Thea Bowman
We think these are unprecedented times in history, and in some ways that is true; but we are not the first to live through turbulence, division, tragedy, and difficulty. Thea Bowman, has gone before us, and she stood courageous and victorious in the 1960s; a period of transformation for a nation torn by racial strife and division. She is an incredible example of personal strength, resilience, drive, and joy in the face of despair.
By Tammy Castleman3 years ago in Motivation
There Is No Bitcoin Mystery
He asked me not to use his last name, current photo, or his location, and I promised him that. But the time has come to tell the rest of it. I should start by saying that my nephew, Dane is a genius, as was his father (my brother) and his grandfather (my father.) Many interesting things are born of genius. My brother...Dane’s father, Jason, was a gifted inventor who spoke four languages fluently before full adulthood; one of them, Japanese. So, technically, that’s where this all began.
By Tammy Castleman3 years ago in Families
Roses are red, V- Day is Poo.
Let’s be honest, the only thing more obnoxious than Valentines Day itself is when someone calls it “ValenTIMES Day.” Either way, unless you are in a Disney movie, it is statistically better to celebrate the whole thing solo. Having a relationship with yourself just can’t be beat. Really. And buy yourself some flowers while you’re at it. You’ll get the ones you love with no strings attached.
By Tammy Castleman3 years ago in Humans
The Gold Rush Relics
Never in my advancing (57) years have I returned to a place after a sizeable absence and not exclaimed “Wow! This place has changed!” The singular exception is my broodingly beautiful old hometown; collectively referred to as “Scott Valley, California.” While I attended school in Fort Jones proper, it’s fair to say that the tiny hamlets of Fort Jones (Population 600ish forever) Etna (Same), and Greenview (Smaller), as well as Callahan (Smallest) all comprise “The Valley,” along with a few other little settlements.
By Tammy Castleman3 years ago in Wander
Grandma's Game-day Spread
Grandma’s Game Day Spread Let’s travel back to the good ole’ days this year. Back when Grandpa and the uncles and whoever else showed up on game day to gather around that huge brown box that held the TV. A bunch of hungry, game rabid men need their sustenance, Grandma style. Guaranteed to be a hit that began generations ago and will keep going for generations to come. (I promise, you’ll want to print this for safe keeping.)
By Tammy Castleman3 years ago in Feast