Back Then: A Southern Boyhood

For years, I had asked my father, Cecil Baker Egerton, to write his memoirs for the family. He was well equipped to do so with superlative writing skill and a penchant for exacting research, as evidenced by a Ph.D. in History. He replied that he intended to do so, but had many other projects in the way. I can't recall when we last spoke of that, but after Dad's death in January 2009, I traveled from Pennsylvania to visit his California home and was surprised to find, among his scattered and disorganized papers, a single chapter of his in-progress autobiography. It is presented here, followed by my father's obituary.

- Cecil Baker Egerton, Jr., South Coatesville, Pennsylvania, August 8, 2023

Moving Reflections from a Business Writer

 

This article was originally published on LinkedIn on December 27, 2021. It has since been updated to include a tribute to my Creative Writing professor from University of Redlands.

Mother's Nontraditional Career

 

The above squiggles spell out "International Women's Day 2022"​ in Gregg shorthand.

This article was published on LinkedIn on International Women's Day, March 8, 2022. 

Black Jeep in the Family

Personally, black is my least favorite color for a vehicle. It shows dirt easily and it ages especially poorly.

In 2000, I was shopping for a new Jeep. I was upgrading from a green 1995 with a manual shift and four cylinder engine, and had decided on an automatic transmission with the legendary (to Jeep people) 4.0 liter straight six.

Winter is Leaving: It's Time to Come Out

I have a routine with my 22 year old Jeep. It sits in the garage as soon as the weather is too cold for top-down driving — October, maybe early November. Since I refuse to put the top up anymore, it then goes in the garage and stays there until the spring. That’s about four to five months.