3247 Views
0 Comments
3247 Views
NOTE: This is a "Coming of Age" story. It isn’t pretty nor is it pleasant for me to recall. But life consists of pleasure, pain, success, failure, ugliness and beauty. If my legacy consists of memories of significant events in my life and if it is to be complete and honest, it...
860 Views
860 Views
2057 Views
2057 Views
The Old Cherry Tree When I was eight years old we moved into the house that my father’s grandparents had built in 1882. Many of the plants and trees they’d put in over the years were still thriving. There was an abundance of hollyhocks, peonies, lily of the valley, tea...
2377 Views
2377 Views
2531 Views
2531 Views
2614 Views
2614 Views
2499 Views
2499 Views
2383 Views
2383 Views
When I was 10 years old my parents sold their house in Orem and bought a new one in American Fork. It was a brand new house on an acre and a third. Including our house, there were 4 new house, next to each other in the middle of the...
2119 Views
2119 Views
4738 Views
4738 Views
2212 Views
2212 Views
I went to Third grade at Port Jefferson Station - Terryville, NY. My teachers name was Mrs. Rice. I didn't do very well in Spelling and Number work. Mom sent me to a neighbor who was a teacher for tutoring. He worked with me on these two subjects. I ended up...
1986 Views
1986 Views
Mom and Dad were trying to make a go of it again. They purchased a three bedroom track home in Brentwood, NY. Dad was laying tile at the time and every time he finished a job he would bring home any left over tile that he had. My Mom wondered what...
1901 Views
1901 Views
Once in a while my Dad would take us for a visit to Chick's house. They had a concrete back patio that had a 2" lip all the way around the outside edges. In the winter Chick would fill it with water and the kids could ice skate on it. We...
1815 Views
1815 Views
We seemed to move between New York and Florida more than once. On one of these return trips to New York, Ralph Kraemer, the only father I ever knew, picked us up from the airport. He had rented a house for us to live in. What I remember most about this...
1647 Views
1647 Views
SHOW AND TELL … One day after I returned from work, Michael, my youngest, came up to me bashfully and asked me if I was going to be busy Friday. I thought about it a moment. I told him that I was doing something, but asked what was...
1917 Views
1917 Views
ALBERT BIERSTADT : On A Grand Scale So, you say you never heard of Albert Bierstadt, eh? That's what you think. You probably know his work, though you may not think of him right away. His story is unusual. No starving pauper, this artist; no tragic life to season his...
2609 Views
2609 Views
Aunt Ruthie (Goff) Beatrice Macdonald’s sister Aunt Ruthie was one of my favorite people. It has been years since I’ve eaten any of her delicious cooking or experienced her warm hospitality – but I can still conjure up the sweet smell of her kitchen. It’s impeccably clean surfaces still...
1719 Views
1719 Views
When I was a boy growing up in Somerton, Arizona, I fancied myself to be vastly more skilled in the art of athletic competition than I was, and I suffered significantly for my foolishness. For example, I played football as a boy, and couldn't make...
1974 Views
1974 Views
2070 Views
2070 Views
