A Year of Memories

A Year of Memories

February 22, 2021 Memories aren’t new to an 80+ year old man, but until recently I never considered the possibility that I had dozens of life stories to tell. This project started simply enough – I was asked to write a memory of growing up in Wisconsin. As I...
Laura’s Poetry

Laura’s Poetry

My mother, Laura Annette Fitzsimons-Thorpe, wrote poetry throughout her life. She wrote for every occasion, but she seemed to write her best when life was its hardest. We lived on Wisconsin Street in Mineral Point, Wisconsin, when I was in seventh through tenth...
Let’s Have a Race

Let’s Have a Race

Uncle Sam, in his late seventies, challenged my three children to a race. He’d always loved and been attentive to children. He taught me to play checkers when I was a youth, and he didn’t give any quarter. He’d explain what I should have done when I made a weak move,...
Shoot the Damn Ball

Shoot the Damn Ball

I was known as a shooter during my senior year of basketball. When I had a slight opening, I drove to the basket. When I didn’t have an opening, I worked hard to create one. But it wasn’t always that way. I’ll never forget that night on the court when shooting the...
Her Story Brought Riches

Her Story Brought Riches

Most would-be authors dream of acquiring riches, but who’d believe that a ninety-three-year-old woman’s memoir would bring income to dozens of people? My mother, Laura Annette Fitzsimons-Thorpe, had written poetry throughout her life, but when I suggested she should...
Carp Spearing

Carp Spearing

I’d never gone carp spearing, but my friends who had, explained exactly how to do it. I must have been too excited to listen closely. I did some of it right, but I missed their most important information—and that got me into serious trouble. After my goldfish fiasco,...