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.
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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.