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The Thomas Long oil lease was a vast playground but it was filled with dangers for kids that no one seemed to notice or tell us to avoid. The community water well from which several families drew their water sat a couple of hundred yards from our back door. It was...
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This has really been a difficult one to come up with in my memory banks! When I was in eighth grade--the grade that I have taught every year of my teaching career--I wonder what the outcome would have been if my ability to read well hadn't been taken from me! This...
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When we lived on the Thomas Long Lease I had a friend, Jimmy Cargill, whose family, unbelievably, was even poorer than mine. Jimmy and I took turns riding my tireless, pedal-less bike until we both learned to stay on it as long as we wanted to. But Jimmy’s biggest contribution to...
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Our house on the Thomas Long lease sat back about a hundred yards from Oklahoma Highway 33 which was surfaced with walnut-sized rocks. A few times a year a road grader would come along to smooth out the ruts and level the high and low spots. The roads that branched off...
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Wow... this one is making me dig into the memorybanks... I have often wondered what would have happened if I had made Junior Nationals at the Zone Swim Meet in August 1983.. How far could I have or would I have gone? Instead I missed qualifying by a fingernail...Literally .01 of...
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My career goal was to be an attorney... Mom was going to be my paralegal. I even went to Auburn and earned my BA in Political Science and Philosophy with minors in English, History and Business. (Yes over achiever I know). I even became a certified Paralegal with Mom. Then I...
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I was in the 8th grade . Didn't hurt for nothing . Had plenty of food . Plenty of clothes . I guess I was just bored . I don't know . Rotten . I was on the way home from school and I stopped in at a small supermarket ....
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Before I was thirteen and still living in my hometown our homes were fairly close to each other . My Dad always got home from work about 4:30 PM from the oilfield pipeyard . If I came home from school and the teacher called my mother up before I walked home...
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I just read another member's story about playing "alligator" in the red mud and digging holes in the dirt to play marbles as a kid. It inspired me to share one of my favorite "boys will be boys" stories. Me and Jerry Feldman were best of friends at 10 years old....
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When I was thirteen my Dad got a notice from his employer which was the pipeline division of Amoco Oil , that he was going to have to move to another town . He was being transfered to a town 50 miles away which wasn't that far but in the early...
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When i was about eleven or twelve years old I went to spend the night with Grandma Beavers . When I got up in the morning she was making pancakes for breakfast . She ask me " Charles , How many pancakes do you want ? " I said " I...
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I never attended Public school. I attended three different Parochial schools. My first seven years was at St. Charles in Waltham, Mssachusetts. Eighth grade was at St.Joseph's as my family had moved to the other side of Waltham. For the ninth grade and two months of the tenth grade I attended...
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When I was young under thirteen years of age my father decided he wanted take up fishing again like he had done when he was a child . He went and bought all of the neccasary equipment and tackle and with in a few years he knew several good fishing spots...
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I was born the youngest of two boys in 1947 . The only chores I had was to get up and eat breakfast ; go to school ; collect rocks ; play with horny toads ; or dig holes in the yard to play marbles . And I couldn't even do...
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Yesterday was my son Ken's 38th birthday (yes, I can't believe it either!) and as well as the Spanish paella pan John and I bought him and the Jewish Cheesecake I baked for him, I wanted to give him something of family significance. I have had, tucked away in my jewellery...
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This is written for all the people out there who are either drug-addicted or who have a loved-one who is held captive by chemical dependency - The Unseen Force. There is a strange force that lives deep in my soul, and to drive me to madness it's persistent goal. Insidiously, it creeps...
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I attended St. Patrick's School in Natick, Massachusetts from Grade 1 through Grade 8. In 1st grade, where a child is supposed to be introduced to the world of knowledge and understanding, I had a traumatic experience due to the insensitivity of one particular nun. This encounter set me up to...
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