Category: ShortStory
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Second Attempt at 3rd Grade – Memoir Continued
Second Attempt at 3rd Grade – Memoir Continued We moved into South Lorian, which was only a few miles from where we had lived on East River Road. Dad rented the right-hand half of a side-by-side duplex on 31st., three blocks from the main entrance to U.S. Steel’s National Tube Division (It was USS/Kobe the…
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2nd and 3rd Grade Trauma – Memoir Continued
2nd and 3rd Grade Trauma – Memoir Continued While living next to the farm, much to my chagrin, I was inadvertently educated in the inhumanity of my spiecies toward others. I witnessed a pig being slaughtered, hung up, gutted, and drained in the entrace to the farmer’s large tool shed. It was a gruesome experience…
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My Education – Memoir Continued
The Education of Billy, Bill, or Liam (me) – Memoir Continued School was always hard for me. I never wanted to go in the first place. That lasted until I was in high school, when I would endure almost anything to be away from the house, away from the drama and sibling rivalry, which Dad…
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A Delinquent at Six – Memoir Continued
A Delinquent at Six I had been walked to school a couple of times by my Mom. After that, I was expected to walk with other kids from the neighborhood heading to school. I did that for a while. One day, I decided on a new plan. When I left the house, I circled around…
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Elyria for a Year – Memoir Continued
Elyria for a Year That was the year I started school, Edison Elementary School, first grade. Miss Beady was my teacher’s name… I think; I was so traumatized by the experience that my memories of that year are more like the slow-motion running, the unfamiliar surroundings and quagmires of a bad dream, a nightmare you…
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The Ghost of Tom Joad
THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD by Bruce Springsteen Men walking ‘long the railroad tracksGoing someplace and there’s no going backHighway patrol choppers coming up over the ridgeHot soup on a campfire under the bridgeShelter line stretching ’round the cornerWelcome to the new world orderFamilies sleeping in their cars in the southwestNo home, no job, no…
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Teddy Joins the Family and Yeager Rd – Memoir Continued
Teddy Joins the Family and Yeager Rd – Memoir Continued Shortly after that incedent in Beaver Park, certainly within the year, we moved again, to a finished, or partially finished, basement on Yeager Rd., also in Lorain or its outskirts, on the southwest side of the town. It was rather countrified with a long curving…
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Back to Lorain – Memoir Continued
Back to Lorain – Memoir Continued No explanation for the move was forthcoming, but I assume it was because Dad had found another job, in or close to his old hometown. So sometime after my fourth birthday, we moved to a little cottage in Beaver Park overlooking Lake Erie. The park was on the northwest…
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Into the Void – Memoir Continued
Into the Void Dad was playing softball for one of the local league teams. He was to play this day, which was warm and sunny, a perfect day for a ball game. There would be friends there to watch me during the game. Then we would have a picnic and later an ice cream cone.…
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End of a Promising Dance Career – Memoir Continued
End of a Promising Dance Career I must have been very young. I associate this event with the time we lived in Bellefontaine, circa 1950. My mother had taken me to a dance class during the day (I only remember going to one such class). I think I had a pretty good time in class;…
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