Tag: ShortStory
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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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Following the Job of a Railroad Man – Memoir continured
Following the Job of a Railroad Man Dad had gotten a job on the railroad, for which he traveled back and forth across the state. He decided that Bellefontaine was a more convenient place to work from with his new job. So, at age three, we moved to Bellefontaine, Ohio. We lived there in a…
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Memoir Continued – Taken In
Taken In By Paternal Grandparents We were taken in by my paternal grandparents (William and Dora). They converted their large chicken coop into a small cottage, where we lived for our first couple of years in Ohio. My grandparent’s place was located out on Antrim Road, technically in Elyria, but just south of the Lorain…
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Memoir Continued – The Move
The Move From Boston to Lorain At the tender age of 6 weeks, I was bundled up and packed into Dad’s flashy, vintage 1917 rag-top Buick Roadster; and we set out across the mountains of Massachusetts, New York, and Pennsylvania, on what was called, the Old Mohawk Trail, and finally into Ohio several days later,…
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Dubious Ties – Memoir Continued
Dubious Ties? From shortly after their marriage, and until mid ’47, Mary and Ted ran a dry cleaning store in Dorchester, a suburb of Boston. One of the stories from that time is that there were ‘numbers’ run out of the basement or back room of the business by the local chapter of “the mob,”…
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Memoir Continued – Mom
Mary Mary had been a sickly child, with complications from scarlet fever. She was not expected to live a normal (or long) life. Mary was very religious, based on a strict Baptist upbringing by her mother. Her father, though officially Irish Catholic, didn’t interfere in the religious training of his five children by his wife,…
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Memoir – continued – Dad
This section comes from the stories I heard growing up. First, a little bit about my dad’s formative years. Then the same for my mother, their first years together, and the story of our move from Mom’s childhood home to where we’d spend most of my youth. Dad He was named Theodore, born midway through…
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My Memoir – continued
Some Probable Causes The following undoubtedly contributed to many of the outcomes expressed throughout my adult life, along with some inattention, obliviousness, perversity, perhaps some laziness, and just plain stupidity on my part. C’est la vie. Martial Arts, music, finding my own artistic voice, and (later as I’ve aged) painting have been the major pursuits…
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