Tag: childhood
group name: cr8nonfiction
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July 26, 2007 09:55 PM EDT --
"That song gets on my nerves," my niece said, the third time. "I don't like Billy Ray Cyrus."
My seven-year-old responded. "It isn't his only song."
"Don't . . . more
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August 06, 2006 10:32 AM EDT --
At the end of eighth grade, my homeroom teacher marched us into the cafeteria and handed out number two pencils. We sat at long bench tables covered in graffiti scratches and filled in circles on endless . . . more
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August 02, 2006 10:21 PM EDT --
= Quite some years ago my wife, Marsha, and I were able to rescue our son's birthday cake in a manner that would have made George Peppard and the "A-Team" pretty darn proud.= . . . more
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October 29, 2007 11:36 AM EDT --
I know a man in his 60s who swears he can remember the day he was born. He describes the scene and the people there very convincingly. I was interviewing him about his mother for an article in the periodical . . . more
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August 24, 2007 08:03 PM EDT --
My mom was a very fastidious person when it came to logging the first few years of her children’s lives. I have a very comprehensive . . . more
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June 18, 2006 03:57 PM EDT --
I am writing stories which I call semi-fiction because they relate real events, but with only my memory to check against. (I never . . . more
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September 23, 2006 01:30 PM EDT --
The old house on Buford street sits like a regal throne in the neighborhood. The grand entry into the foyer with wooden flooring and a staircase which beckons the visitor to embrace it's past. . . . more
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August 27, 2007 11:22 PM EDT --
My dad is anal retentive. Any time he comes to visit me I panic and make sure to clean before he arrives. I’ve noticed that most . . . more
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February 24, 2008 02:04 PM EST --
A Horse to Remember
Someone asked me if I ever looked for my childhood horse friend among the herd of horses running free here at the Indian horse camp where I live. It's funny that I don't. . . . more
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March 20, 2007 09:43 AM EDT --
The sky over the delta was metallic in the heat. I knew that a few miles away the cotton was growing and that a few miles beyond that a river was flowing. I knew that between them . . . more
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October 19, 2006 08:33 PM EDT --
"Can we go play now?"
More questions would come later. But at the time, this was the most pressing to my ten-year-old self.
It was a snowy Sunday night in January. We'd just come home from . . . more
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September 28, 2006 01:31 AM EDT --
I went for a walk this afternoon through a pleasant neighborhood where I had been showing houses. I know the area fairly well, but I was surprised to suddenly come upon a small playground situated . . . more
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February 29, 2008 09:18 AM EST --
I grew up in rural Alabama in the 1950s among a huge extended family of aunts, uncles and cousins. My father had ten brothers and sisters; my mother had five. During the long, hot summers, I loved to . . . more
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March 29, 2006 12:05 AM EST --
Between March, 1983 and June, 1984 I lived with my family in Bontang on the east coast of Borneo six miles north of the equator, where I worked at the large LNG (Liquefied . . . more
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February 25, 2007 11:33 AM EST --
Ginger, The Trick Pony
My father admired horses. He owned a 65-acre farm in Fairfield County, Connecticut situated in the foothills of the Berkshire Mountains. It was close enough to the metropolitan . . . more
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September 19, 2006 01:05 AM EDT --
Why is it that children gravitate toward the kid that is always full of devilment? I recall a kid like that when we lived on a Marine base in North Carolina. He was always into something or in trouble . . . more
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December 07, 2007 11:43 AM EST --
My Link to Johnny Gruelle - Creator of Raggedy Ann
Johnny Gruelle was a political cartoonist when my mother and father first met him and his wife, Myrtle, at the dinner parties they attended in the . . . more
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April 21, 2007 01:14 AM EDT --
For years I've been looking for a place to retire to, and now I realize it's not a place but a time I am looking for. The 1950s and 60s, the time when I grew up.
It was a time when you knew . . . more
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December 30, 2006 09:43 AM EST --
A Day To Remember
In 1933, I was eleven years old, and I was growing up on a dairy farm in southern Connecticut. Although it was only 65 miles from New York City, it was very countrified as it . . . more
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July 31, 2007 11:17 AM EDT --
A Drink of Water
At ten years old I was a small skinny blond-pigtailed kid who had more freedom than modern kids could imagine. My parents were busy running a dairy farm, and after it was discovered . . . more
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