Why “Call Me Lou”?
My Grandpa Purvis was named Louis and went by “Lou”. My first name is Louis, after him. I hated the name Louis while growing up. It wasn’t until my sister Kathy told me a story about Grandpa Purvis that I realized it was a name to be proud of. Read one of my early posts which I called “A Name To Be Proud Of” to see why you can “Call Me Lou.”
A Few Of My Latest Blogs
- It’s Creeping in Our Bedroom.
What was that noise?….It’s the middle of the night. What has crept into our bedroom? - A Fowl Christmas.
We’d all settled in, on that dark Christmas night… - The Christmas Miracle.
He wasn’t much of a dog to look at. He knew a lot of tricks but was rather bull-headed and refused to do any of them for us. - Too Big To Turn Down!
There is a thin line between stupid and fearless, sometimes. - Killer Porta-Potty!
Have you ever been somehwere so nasty that the “ick” factor made you gag? Did your best friend help you through it? - Don’t Make Me Come Down There!
The preachers kid is an expert in non-verbal communication. Unfortunately, the signals may be ignored and disaster results…..painfully. - Run For Your Life!
There’s a fine line between running for your life and outright panic. I always seemed to be doing one or the other.
Archive of Blog Posts
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Published by John Purvis
I was born and raised in Kansas. I am number 6 in a family of 7 children. My father was a minister in the United Methodist Church for 50 years. We moved every few years to a new church. Each new location became a new chapter in the journey. I have had the privilege of knowing so many different people from varying backgrounds. I have also had many friends and close relatives who’ve been able to share this journey. As an adult I have worked in law enforcement, taught crimnal justice in a university, and practiced as an attorney. I wanted to share some of the stories and adventures I have had.
My Favorite Two Posts……so far.
John, Nephew Michael, and sister Von at White City 
John and Niece Sandy at Riley. Nephew Tim and sister Kathy in back. 
Von, Michael, John and Sandy in Manhattan 
John wearing a “Kiss the Cook” hat while getting a jump start. It has to be a relative helping me because a stranger surely wouldn’t stop for a nut in an old green car wearing a poofy hat.
Hi John,
I read thru a few of your past post to catch up and learn about you. So many things you talk about, i can relate to as well.
As a former work mate would have said, ” we were kids together in different towns”. We all must have gone thru the same kid 101 class.
I really enjoy your stories. Keep them coming my Friend.
Hokey
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Thanks, Hokey! I think you’re right. We all seemed to want to explore and go on adventures. I’m glad you enjoyed the stories. It is fun reliving them as I tell them. John
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I really enjoyed your post “A Name to be Proud Of” — I had a similar conversation at the mortuary when my father died. I was approached by one of his clients (he was a lawyer), and she told me how he had helped her to get on her feet again after a terrible occurrence. I had never heard this from my father. But I have never forgotten it. Truly a gift to learn.
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It really is wonderful to learn these wonderful stories that make you feel good. Thank you for reading the post and your kind words.
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Love the photos!
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Thank you!
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Loved your post Kidnapped! It was closed for comments!
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it! John
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As the daughter of a Lewis (“Lew), I like the name, too. (I grew up in St. Louis, too.)
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You’ve got all sorts of Lew and Lou connections. Thanks for sharing this!
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