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Articles by Diane Knaus

Dashing through the cold for a good cause

The temperature shivered in the high 30s Saturday morning December 10 as some 200 runners stripped down to briefs for the annual run up Main Street, Annapolis.
    Warmed by music from the kilted Chesapeake Caladonian Fife and Drum Band, they sped uphill from O’Brien’s to St. Anne’s Church, where they turned around and ran back down to O’Brien’s to celebrate the season and their daring.
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A Father’s Day memory

Dad said let’s go fishing when Mother asked what he wanted to do on Father’s Day.
    He bought fresh fishing supplies the day before. We also packed a lunch because we were going to get up early.
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Memories of boats little and big

On a robust early morning in 1958, I jumped into Chesapeake Country. We lived in Baltimore, but my father had bought a summer place in Chelsea Beach on Mill Creek. For the second year, I woke to hear the birds chattering away.
    This day, I planned to take our 12-foot runabout across the Magothy River to see my friend at her uncle’s large log cabin.
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Thanks to Dad, I’ve checked and refilled oil, changed spark plugs and batteries, tightened wires, satisfied in the knowledge I could do it

My father, Marlow Hankey, came back from the Army in 1952 after a few years in Korea. While in the service, he learned to like the work of fixing cars and engines in the Motor Pool. His later-life tag of Mr. Fixit stemmed from that time.
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