Patricia White

And Away We Went

The summer of  1951 my family was living in the Copper Basin of Tennessee where my dad was pastor of the Methodist church in Ducktown.  This area of Tennessee was a rather God-forsaken place with few trees or vegetation able to survive the ravages of copper mining .  I remember the...
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Debbie broida

The Tooth Fairy

Well, not exactly.   When I was 8 years old, I got my front tooth knocked out because I walked in front of the slider swing on our playset in the back yard of our house on Hobbs Road.  It was a cool play set.  My dad built it.  It had...
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Diane J. Adams

Childhood Memories in Tropic, Utah of Leland Dwight Jolley

Typescript of Childhood Memories in Tropic, Utah of Leland Dwight Jolley In the southern part of Utah, county of Garfield, is a pretty little valley and the little town of Tropic nestled a little east of those beautiful colored ledges of the Bryce Canyon. There is a ridge running north and...
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Melanie MaRhea (Adams) Jean

Up Close and Personal with Grandpa's Chevy

* Story Prompt: Write or record a story about a life-threatening accident, illness or encounter from which you narrowly escaped. * I'm not sure if this is technically life-threatening, but it certainly could have been had things gone a little differently. When I was about four- or five-years-old, I was playing...
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Nancy Holder

Shades of Proust

Shades of Proust [Proost]             I bit into the store-bought apple and experienced an instant recall.  I was six years old, standing knee-deep in weeds and biting into the apple Grandpa Kunschke had pulled off of a tree. This wasn’t a déjà vu moment where one experiences a sudden feeling of...
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Margaret Garone

Confession of a Beatles Fan

Confession of a Beatles Fan
  It was the age of family entertainment through variety shows: Ed Sullivan, Carol Burnett, Lawrence Welk. Dad purchased replacement tubes when one blew on our television, which he called: "the idiot box." We were a family of eleven, and we always had an idiot box. The screen protruded from a...
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Christine Cormier

Treasure Hunt One 5 years old

Treasure Hunt One 5 years old
When I was 5 years old, my family and I lived on Post, as they say in the Army, in Arlington, VA. This was my first memory of living on Post, as I was the youngest of 4 girls. I really loved having so many kids available whenever there was playtime...
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Kathleen Yago

The Power Of Manure (that's right!)

The Power Of Manure (that's right!)
Let me take you on a summer ride in the countryside. Imagine traveling down narrow roads that roll up and down green hills and snake along blind and winding turns. Picture passing cow pastures, corn and soybean fields, majestic horse farms and sweeping thickets of old, deciduous forest. Maybe you occasionally...
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Tom Cormier

An Odor I Can Never Forget

An Odor I Can Never Forget
Our big family of 10 kids squeezed into the smallest house in the neighborhood on Rockland Street. Dad continually added on to the little house as each new child was born. One of Mum's greatest dreams was to have a home that was finished. That wasn't ever going to happen on...
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Patricia White

My Brother

As I look back on the year 1947, I now realize it was one of those important years.   The main event took place January 11th when I became a big sister to my brother Jim.  Yesterday happens to have been my brother's 67th birthday!   On that Saturday morning 67...
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Jay Young

Marie Played Baseball

Marie Played Baseball
Marie Played Baseball Contributed By Jay L Young In the sixth grade we played baseball with a mixed team, and we would go to different schools on Friday afternoon on a hay rack pulled behind a tractor or car. We played Happy Valley-Bennett-Scism-Melba-Glendale-Greenhurst. Then they would also come to Bowmont. We...
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Janice Nicolosi

Toys

Toys   I don’t remember any toys I had when I was very small. There are pictures of me holding a poor stuffed giraffe by the neck. Karen and I usually got our toys at Christmas. I don’t remember either of us getting a toy as a birthday present or at...
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Janice Nicolosi

Birth and Early Memories

Birth I was born October 29, 1941 to Ted Lane Satterfield and Alma Lou Strickland Satterfield. My older sisters were Alma Elaine Satterfield and Joyce Angeline Satterfield. My younger sister, born in 1944, was Karen Elizabeth Satterfield. (More about them later). The hospital where I was born, St. Luke's on the...
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Mary Lou Sweet

Happy Easter!

It was April 2, 1961 -- Easter Sunday.  The tradition was to go to my father's parents for Easter supper, about 30 miles to the north in Grafton, North Dakota.  However, my mother was nine months pregnant with  child number 6, and the hospital where she was scheduled to deliver was...
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GROCERY SHOPPING

Grocery shopping with Mother and Daddy was pretty interesting. We shopped on Friday evening because Friday was pay day. I guess it began on Thursday night when we had leftovers for supper, both to pare down the contents of the refrigerator and to avoid waste. Then on Friday morning Mother defrosted and cleaned...
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Carie Lee Hunt

Papa & Me- Peanuts and Watermelon

Papa & Me- Peanuts and Watermelon
  It was planting time again and I had been thinking long and hard in response to Papa's question, "Sissy, what do you want to plant in the garden this year?" We were going shopping for seeds on Saturday and I knew now exactly what I was going to buy. Papa...
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Heather McCray

Wausau, WI - Middle School in the Midwest

Wausau, WI - Middle School in the Midwest
  727 McIndoe Street: Dinon's Wausau home (Present day: Google Maps Street View) It was the Spring of 1942 when the Boyer family  moved 1,200 miles  from  Nahant, MA  to Wausau, WI.  My grandfather, Dinon, was 10 years old at the time, and lived with his family in  a huge white...
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Heather McCray

Wausau, WI - The McIndoe House

Wausau, WI - The McIndoe House
  In the Spring of 1942, just a few short months after Pearl Harbor, my 10-year-old grandfather and his family  moved 1,200 miles  from  Nahant, MA  to Wausau, WI. His parents, my great-grandparents Ralph and Babe, had taken on a lot more responsibility in the 12 years since their 1930 marriage....
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Denise Quinlan

The Ditch

We were still living in Florida when Dennis and I went down to the Ditch to go fishing.  Dennis was in Kindergarten and we would go after he got home from school.  He only went to school for half a day so it must have been Kindergarten. We were not supposed...
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Denise Quinlan

Blessed as a Child

I didn't think so at the time but my life was truly blessed as a child.  My brother and I ran away, I was 12 and he was 14.  We lived in Port Jefferson, NY above a little grocery store.  On my way to school each morning I would tear a...
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