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How Spoiled Was I

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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What one change would you make from your teen years?

Michael Wendel

Well without a doubt we make choices when we are young, and most of the time we are unaware that we are choosing one way or another. Despite our parents best efforts we often choose foolishly! Thinking back, the one thing I would change would have been to be more serious...

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Ken's Birthday 24th July 2011

Annie Payne

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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My Darling Jill

Millard Don Carriker

My Darling Jill Today, when “The F word” has been enshrined by the United States Supreme Court and hard core pornography is but a mouse click away, Erskine Caldwell’s book, “God’s Little Acre” could be read with impunity by any school kid. But in the `40’s, the mere mention of that...

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The Unseen Force

Sue Hill

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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Who was my Favorite Teacher

Sue Hill

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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Dear Diary...A hard day on Ward 1

Annie Payne

Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE Dear Diary , I didn’t realise that nursing was going to be so difficult right when I started my first week as a nurse on Ward 1. Charge Sister T is so hard on the patients and constantly tells me to ‘sit the...

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One thing I would change....

Rachel Johnson

I wouldn't change anything I did in my adolescence.

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Teachers that Influenced Me Negatively

Jeri J Steele

In school you can be influence both negatively and positively by teachers. ..... In the new school, one day for a spelling test we had the word, "Of". Now you would think that word would be pronounced the same most places here in the united states. The teacher pronounced it nearly identical to the word "Off". I could not distinguish the difference between how she was pronouncing the two words. Both 'Off' and 'Of' sounded the same because she didn't sound like a "Texan".

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War and Romance

Millard Don Carriker

The 1940's began with hopefulness washing across the land. The "Great Depression,” under the assault of eight years of government welfare programs launched by America’s first socialistic president, while still alive and well was loosening its grip. More men were working and most children were going to bed with food in...

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Bethune Cookman

Doris Ross Reddick

The following titles are placemarks for recorded stories that will be added in the near future: Mrs Turner Morning Song Away From Home Dr Bethune

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If Only I Was Educated

Administrator

We were a blue collar family through and through. From my great grandfather who was a logger in Nova Scotia to my Grandfather and then my father, who both farmed to live

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One Goat Too Many!

Golden V. Adams Jr.

This is not the best way to get rid of a goat!

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My First "Real" Car

Golden V. Adams Jr.

Growing up in the country on a farm, I had driven tractors and trucks ever since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. In fact, I don't recall when I didn't drive. My first "real" car--even though it belonged to the family, was a two-toned Bel Air Chevrolet. The body was a...

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December 7, 1941

Millard Don Carriker

We were driving home, having spent the day enjoying a belated Thanksgiving holiday in Tulsa with my oldest brother, Robert, and his family. The tires on Dad’s 1935 Dodge droned in harmony with its engine as it moved along at the stately, safe, 50 miles an hour Dad always chose. Other...

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My first car

Diane Mason Gray

At about the age of four, when we lived at 1728 Engle Avenue, Norfolk County, Virginia (now the City of Chesapeake), I would walk to the end of the road closest to Military Highway and wait for Daddy to come home from work. At that corner was a little convenience grocery...

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Ford Won

Millard Don Carriker

When “the war” ended and after the wild celebrations ended, Americans released the breath they had been holding for four long years with an almost audible sigh. Peace, prosperity, and an end to rationing came almost immediately. No more denial. Consumers were like sharks circling a chumming boat waiting for factories...

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My First Car

Lillian Cormier

When I was a teen, I didn't even own a bicycle let alone a car. I had to borrow my younger sister's bicyle and that wasn't an easy thing to do. It was attached to her hip! I was twenty years old when I first learned to drive. I was married...

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How I Got My "Whizzer."

Millard Don Carriker

One of the better jobs was delivering the Tulsa Daily Tribune to its subscribers in Caney. Being a paperboy meant “being your own boss” and “making however much money you wanted to make” – or so the “recruiter” said when he was looking for a new paperboy. Like many good build...

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Col. Lamb Didn't Bleat; He Roared

Millard Don Carriker

There was a lot of coming and going of employees in Caney’s cafes, but the line between “boy jobs" and "girl jobs" was clear and bright. Boys washed dishes or cooked. I was too young to be a cook, so I became a dishwasher in “Chet’s Café” on Fourth Street. If...

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