Introduction:

Welcome to the Enelow Family Page. This page is a standard page designed to reflect the opinions and aspects of the Enelow Family. Regardless of the image above we are more than just your average Normal Rockwell Family. Our Family shares main hobbies and aspects that make us quite unique. As all families are my family is one-in-a-million.

Our story begins with two families. The Tisons and the Enelow.  The Tisons hailed from Ashburn, Georgia while the Enelows had connections in both Augusta, Georgia and upstate New York.  Joe Perry Tison was a marine and Mail Carrier while Sam Enelow was a foot patrolman in Augusta Georgia.  James D. Enelow would go to Augusta State University where he would meet Cathy Tison and their union would create the current Enelow family native to North Augusta and Aiken.  Their son would grow up to be me, who currently resides in Dallas, Texas not far from the University of Texas at Dallas where he was venturing to receive his Ph.D.

The Enelow Family occupies a house at 212 Patricia Drive in the suburb of Belclear Heights.  James D. Enelow, Cathy T. Enelow and James T. Enelow (along with their dogs Bo-Pete and Malika Gizmo and their orange tabby, Tyger) have lived here for years. The neighborhood has seen many changes, but Patricia Drive, a quiet little street,  has known relative peacefulness for many years. Welcome to the Enelow Family Page.  You are luckily one of the first to have visited our little online environment.  We hope your stay here will be pleasurable. Please place your tables in their upright positions.
 
 

James D. Enelow (Retired School Teacher) Alpha Male

Cathy T. Enelow (Psychiatric Nurse) Alpha Female

James T. Enelow (Ph.D. Candidate & Poet) Male, Definitely Male

Bo (Dogfood Eater)

Maleka (Puppychow Eater)

Tyger(Catchow Eater)

Family History

Family History --Photograph 1969  That day they must have slipped away and brought  Their lunch out to a tract of fertile land.  In black and white both of my parents stand  before I was a shadow of a thought.  My father looks so awkward and afraid. My mother's hair is mussed by Spanish moss.  They stand quite poised, their bodies both arrayed  In perfect grace behind a shield of gloss.   The man who took the snap of them that day  would not recall these lovers or this spot;  nameless himself, he snapped the perfect shot  to keep them how I' d always have them stay.  And stilled they share the future unaware.  My father holds her unpledged hand with pride,  Two hours hence he'll place a gold ring there   in hopes this girl will be his constant bride.   The photograph is both a curse and gift, recorded recorded chronicle of what has been,  will always be, and never be again .  For time, the fine and focused dust we sift  is cruelest when I look upon this day .  Their house is filled with obstacles of age,  bed pans and vials of pills that show decay  and all of these ignite me to a rage.   They would not know this future waited then,  on such a splendid moment set in grace;  Their son might share the contours of each face,  his mother's nose, his father's sagging chin,  or that their child would write down in some way  their history he would learn and come to trust,  to capture every detail of that day  before their world diminished into dust .  Copyright © --James T. Enelow River King Poetry Supplement 1999 Reaching for Babylon, McNeese State University, Lake Charles

A Catching of Happiness --for my newborn cousin Perhaps others will pinch your cheeks, but you have my word, I will not.   Sweet boy, born of Georgia's winter,  they will all try to make you hush,  but I will always let you speak.  For now you will be the center,  as Aunts and Uncles crowd and push  to get their first glimpses of you.    Child of our blood, I can give you  my words, the gift of metaphor  and line, but most of all I can  tell you about time, and how it will pass, and always much too fast.  For there is little time to sit  idly by, make each moment last.       Now when you've grown a little more, you'll see each thing I've said is true.   Nature already has her plan, for all of us, love's all we've got. So I will pen some lines this June and do my best to come home soon. Copyright ©--James T. Enelow River King Poetry Supplement 1999 Reaching for Babylon, McNeese State University, Lake Charles Louisiana 70601

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