A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
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,...
A Year of Memories, Life lessons, Monday Memories
My wife tossed in her bed; she groaned and cried in pain. She begged for me to get her doctor to come see her. I tried, but her doctor was away, and the other doctors at his clinic refused to do house calls. I pleaded for them to come. They told me to take her to the...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories, Real life characters
Cousin Wayne Paull faced more challenges than most people during his ninety years on this earth, but he never let life’s difficulties beat him down. He “rolled with the punches” and responded with a smile on his face. If you approached him feeling “out of sorts,” it...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
I’d read all the Tarzan stories, but I didn’t have a forest with trees to climb and vines to swing on—not until I visited my Aunt Anne and Uncle Earl’s farm near Ridgeway. They had a forest, and they let me play in it, too. My best friend, Denny Doyle, and I found...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
Although World War I was long past by the time I entered the world in October 1937, that ubiquitous poster commands a spot in my memory. Uncle Sam’s accusing finger pointed straight at me. His bushy brows, long hair, goateed chin, and intent countenance mesmerized me....
A Year of Memories, Life lessons, Monday Memories
I didn’t appreciate that my older cousins were kind enough to take me fishing with them. I sulked because they didn’t give me a new, shiny reel and rod. My cousins, Dolores and Phyllis Fitzsimmons and Jack Powell, had arranged for the girls to come from their...
