Articles by Harvey Silverman

Essay

Harvey Silverman is a retired physician living in Manchester, NH. He writes primarily for his own enjoyment.

Harvey explains the photo:"...my dad, me and my older son, Andy -- my dad's first grandchild -- as we leave to take Andy fishing for the first time."

If you're lucky in life, you find that one friend who seems to be linked to you forever...

A lot of memories fade with time, but a few of them are far too choice to let their colors fade...

The richest fare of summer...

They gave him everything they could give him that was good. What could he possibly do for them?

He was a constant -- and a mystery...

A parting gift...

It's the garden that makes a place "Home."

Ah, that strange moment when the pathway you took in your youth is still there, but your footprints...

No life is generic ...

Not all gifts fit under a Christmas tree...

You pick it up, hold it in your hand, and just the touch is enough to take you back in time...

When your dad is proud of you, it's always a winning season...

What will the credits at the end of the movie say?

In front of Mom's very eyes...

You might ask, "Why on earth would anyone do that? Here's the answer...

And it is so hard to look past that time without sadness...

When things get rough, you gotta just get out of Dodge...

Is there a mathematical way to express enjoyment?

"...happy in the moment and determined to go forward..."

It was a snow day! Time for all the fun in the world in the best weather of all...

What are the odds?...

Makes you feel better on rainy days, too!

The boy, far from home in unfamiliar surroundings, and the man some fifty years later, like bookends around a life with love...

Memories of love and laughter keep friends carried with us in our hearts...

The movie "Field of Dreams" had Kevin Costner as an actor, but the star of the show is still the field itself...

It's true -- a certain scent will make a memory more clear, more alive...

"...Tomorrow, next week, perhaps in a month? Date uncertain made no difference..."

Really, what more was there to say?

Built sturdy enough to carry a lot of memories...

"...It could have been worse, I suppose..."

Short

It was horrible for a child, something a boy would never understand why his family did it. And yet, now that no one does it any more...

Oh, for those days of derring-do...

So, home-grown is always better?