A Year of Memories, Life lessons, Monday Memories
Week after week, the Dodgeville Chronicle published testimonials proclaiming cures of every imaginable illness. Hemorrhoids shrunk miraculously. Scabies dried up. Arthritis was relieved. Gallstones disappeared. And a lady who’d been going downhill with cancer, after...
A Year of Memories, Life lessons, Monday Memories
I seldom got into trouble with my teacher. I was far too cautious for that. And I didn’t really do anything today. But trouble found me anyhow. My eighth-grade teacher in Mineral Point, Mrs. Bertha Day, was the first teacher to get me excited about learning. She’d...
A Year of Memories, Life lessons, Monday Memories
I needed money if I was going to be able to continue in college the next fall. The grocery store’s modest check kept me going during winter, but I needed more than that to buy books and pay the year’s tuition. When an opportunity to work for the U.S. Department of...
Life lessons, Real life characters, Reflections
The following short story received a Nonfiction Honorable Mention in the 2021 Jade Ring Contest from the Wisconsin Writer’s Association “As far as memoir writing, it doesn’t get much better than this. This reviewer encourages the writer to continue to tell...
A Year of Memories, Life lessons
When the troops returned home from the war in 1946, a new language flooded our valley. They called it Pig Latin. The older boys at Middlebury Country School learned it, and to my dismay, used it when we younger students were around. I was an eight-year-old...
A Year of Memories, Life lessons
I remember well a fateful day of pheasant hunting. Afterwards, I sheathed my Fulton double-barreled 20-gauge shotgun, and it hasn’t seen daylight for fifty-five years. I hunted a bit during high school—squirrels now and then, but mostly pheasants. Sometimes, I’d drive...
