Tag: ShortStory
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Father’s Day
I had a visit with my Dad on Father’s Day a few years before his death. This poem is the result of that visit. I wrote it that night when I got back home. So, it’s about 20 years old now. Father’s Day Sitting at the kitchen table (Dad’s desk), I flick the lighter and…
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Lady in Black by Uriah Heep
Lady in Black by Uriah Heep She came to me one morningOne lonely Sunday morningHer long hair flowingIn the midwinter wind. I know not how she found meFor in darkness I was walkingAnd destruction lay around meFrom a fight I could not win Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ahAh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah She asked me name my foe…
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Nana and Grandpa Boo (my paternal grandparents) – Memoir Continued
Nana and Grandpa Boo – Memoir Continued I can see them both in my mind, but don’t remember much about their personalities or habits. One thing that I do remember, important to their descendants, is that they were both diabetic and had to take insulin to control it. Sorry, but that seems to be part…
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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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