When you can't do something, you may as well admit it and move on. This applies especially to new schoolteachers.
Who isn't full of memories? I have my share and these are of a time when my children were young and life was wonderful.
When our bodies, our emotions, our guts speak to us, listening is the most important and smartest thing we can do.
This is a first-person narrative and a true story. Now I am reminded that in my headline, "Never Finding Rita," would make a great song title for Paul Simon.
These are my reflections at the age of 66. It seems that suddenly I'm old: not ancient, but old. And it's okay. There is definitely good to be found with age, at least from my perspective.
My son is a man of character, heart, wit, love, and pure tenderness. My wish for him is that he portrays these attributes to those around him. On his Birthday, I wrote this to convey my love to him.
The kindness of one elderly man changed my life and made me feel worthy. The stories of his wife reminded me that people face tragedy and loss silently. I learned about kindness changed me forever.
I was choosing a walk on an uncanny road, with a lot unstable, challenges. Sometimes it's time to go through death. But I still brave to walk, because the front is glory, hope, and crown are waiting..
Not able to find a job in our small country town, I created my own all-cartoon newspaper and sold and created the ads to make a living.
Fiction or Truth? I am not one to play foolish games in life or in private. Especially in private when I visit one of my years in my younger years.
I love being a Dad to my two kids. I first wrote this just after the birth of my Daughter as an homage to how I felt.
Finding your cat dead first thing in the morning can crush you. Here is the first stage of my grieving.
Part three of a four part interview with a young woman who destroyed herself and ended up a better person.
The advertisements on the pages of comic books may seem innocuous, but they can lull a boy into real strife.
The brave Incas, who ruled most of South America for centuries until the beginning of the 16th century, when they succumbed to the Spanish conquerors. Expert builders, farmers and benevolent rulers.
This is the story of a remarkable woman born when Queen Victoria was still on the throne. It tells of life back in the early 1900s and the hardships of raising a family of ten children in a two bedroomed house in Birkenhead. Life back then was very different and every day was a battle.
A Christmas shopper's dilemma: should you brave the inclement British weather or stay home and shop online? The supposed arrival of the end of the world on 22nd Dec 2012 added to all the fun!
I never realized that a system I developed to help our son, Kevin, save money and help fund his purchases of toys would one day pay off.
A true narrative about my short-time when I worked selling airtime for a local radio station and meeting a Real Liar who Lied Like a Dog. No kidding.
Someone was actually paying me to drive them around Downtown Dallas in a brand new Cadillac. What could possibly go wrong?
Have you ever thought about quitting your day job and seeking out paradise? That's exactly what I did.
How an Innocuous 2004 Dinner with a Former Collections Client Led to a Literary Feeding Frenzy, and a Rightful Outcome.
Angelica Hairston was born to play the harp, but the young African American musician is striving for a higher goal by challenging the stats to empower classical artists of color.
I hope that you enjoy my meeting "Alvin," not his real name and the night that I met him managing a convenience store.
People all over the world is grieving, and I think it's okay to know when you are. The whole world isn't bad, some people just need a little love and comfort.
Come join us to relive teenage memories of a husband from New Orleans and a wife from North Louisiana featuring old photos and their favorite songs, activities and places from the 1950's and 60's.
Do you hold back during the holidays? Do you try to not cry in front of other? Emotions and Grieving is okay, but it's still hard to let it go when you feel it.
If you or your mom or grandmother knows about Cat Head Biscuits, you are all blessed. My mom made Cat Head Biscuits and was very blessed.
The story of how an elderly stray cat, who had never lived indoors his entire life, befriended a timid young rescue dog and how their enduring friendship defied the odds to last a lifetime.
I became a woman in the 1960s. By the age of 25 I was one of the rarities for the time in that I was divorced and had two young sons to raise. Divorce was very much frowned upon. Women were suppose to marry and stay married, no matter what. No...
Months and months dealing with one of my first ad clients: Elmore's, in Hamilton, Ala, in Sept., 1975. I was not happy when . . .you will just have to read this.
My Dad, who was an artist, served in the Dutch Army during the Indonesian Independance War from 1946-1949 . He never told us about this war, but we got an impression through his drawings.
Those days we were so poor. If my mother bought a chicken to cook or roast, she would mentally divide the chicken according to the size of the household, so at least each one got a piece. There were
When you think you will never meet “the one” and life smiles on you and you find a love that grows deeper every day!
As I approach the big "70," turning 69 this March, dealing with change has become the biggest challenge in my life. Not knowing what surprises and
Is it fair to love your first grandchild most? I think not. It's not fair to the other grandchildren that Grandchild Number One got a headstart on your heart.
I love Thanksgiving, but it always brings back the memory of the 60's and how so many of our boys were sent to Vietnam. This is the story of my brother. My older and loved brother. My only brother!
In 2012, I suffered a second trimester miscarriage. It was my first pregnancy, and to this day was the hardest thing my husband or I have experienced. This is the story, without anything too graphic.
Definitely looks like the product of a nuclear waste spill, doesn't it? When I was growing up, nothing was more fun than catching critters and keeping them as pets. There was a lot of fun to be had collecting ants and putting them in a jar...
A true narrative about me, my cousin, Donnie, a classroom almost full of bored, quiet students and a prank that you just have to read to believe.
The main difference between sports and theater is how loud the audience can be, and thus how loud you can be. Turns out, I like to scream like an idiot on occasion. It soothes the soul, I think.
If you have EVER worked, even for a short time, in the newspaper business, then you will like this piece. Of course it was Severely edited.
The 90s were a different time during the infamous 'Black Friday'. Alexis takes a look back on the earlier days of Black Friday and reflects on what it has become.
This article is about my mom and dad surviving World War II with three kids and sheltering Jewish people in their home. Swapping Dad's paintings for some potatoes. It wasn't easy, but we all survived.
They are few in number, but not extinct. The Small Diners. If you've never visited a small diner, you have missed a true slice of real life. And it's all tasty.
My great uncle Copeland Charles Burg wrote stories about his life in Livingston, Montana in the early 20th century. I would like to share one of his stories.
This is one of my favorite photos of my husband Scott. It was taken on our wedding day, and yes, that is the judges actual seat and gavel in the actual courtroom where we were married. Those are also Scott's actual fingers holding that gavel, the...
If you are human, then you are like me in finding that some things that people say is really very ignorant.
To ward off the flu virus and, other diseases people used folk medicine remedies, medicine bags called 'Asphidity' bags (that is what my Aunt Hattie called her bag) worn pinned to her under garments.
Meeting Bobby Sherman was a life changing experience for me. Read for a description of the actual event and how it changed my life!
Trish Burr is the epitome of the well-known phrase, 'Practice Makes Perfect'. Her delicately embroidered birds, flowers and portraits are in a class all their own. Have a look at some of these gorgeous three-dimensional works of art. Our grandmothers did some lovely embroideries but they were nothing like this.
Finally, the unvarnished truth about Abitibi Canyon and it's residents! Were the Canyonites really tough? Were the curling rocks rigged? The truth is revealed in this explosive article!
One of the Wassailing traditions is to toast the apple trees and scare away any blight lurking in the orchards. I headed to Worcestershire, England, to take part in a traditional orchard wassail.
At funeral, 'It was their time to go, I guess', is said by many. But, what about some daring people who take unnecessary risks, and 'should have been dead' but, are still alive and well...
With the a dysfunctional workplace starting to effect my health, I knew it was time to explore other opportunities rather the continue to let a bad company ruin me.
My parents stopped moving in a small town in north Florida. Looking back I have fun memories of a nature-filled childhood.
'Tell me about the day I was born’. 'The day you were born?’ He is surprised. This is a departure from my usual encouragement to reminisce about the war years and a question I have never asked before.
Alex delves deep into details about his southern travels in the United States. He summarizes, with photographs and video, his trips to the south in 2014 and in 2017.
The first of December, my dear mother's birthday. It will always be one of my most special days as it has been since I was a child and worked for whatever I could get to always have a present for her.
My mom and dad Geertje (Muys) Meijst and Synco Schram de Jong, got married just before WW2, this is their love story.
This is part 1 of my experience meeting Bobby Sherman as an adult during the Teen Idols Tour in 1998. Also included is a You Tube video of Bobby Sherman singing "Julie Do Ya Love Me"
This is all about the one and only time! I met my maternal grandfather, Jerry Reed, when I was 13 years old.
I was 11. I had hair that would not lay down. Then I watched my dad use a brand name men's hair oil and that I thought was the answer.
Okay, I am guilty. I tried hard to be a hippy in 1968. I failed. And if you read this narrative, you will gain a wider understanding of me.
These are my memories of Granite Mountain hospital, owned and operated by Samuel Presley Junkin, my grandfather.
A 23 year- old gold seeker arrived in San Francisco from Massachusetts in 1854. His observations and opinions of the California Gold Rush are recorded in well preserved letters.
Alex investigates a European country during a time of political turmoil. He summarizes some of the interesting notes of his visit in 2014.
My birthday was March 14th. When I wrote the article about my 67th birthday, I did it on that day. Somehow this year I had no inspiration and decided to wait and let more things come to mind about the past year. Those of you who read my hubs know I...
My elderly mum has recalled her childhood memories of going to church for bell ringing practice with her father in the 1930s. My grandad, Frank Trigg, enjoyed the hobby for many years.
A woman's character is reflected in her holiday cooking. Mother was a unique lady, a first generation American. Her pioneer spirit definitely showed in her fruitcake--the world's best!
They say: "A word to the wise is sufficient", but sometimes it takes more than just a word to distill the moral. And this is what this short story is about, so read carefully.
You just had to be there when that slick monster, Spontaneity, met a crowd inside Barnes & Noble and the scene was not funny.
In the presence of my husband's drug abuse, I was forced to make another impossible decision or risk losing my child.
Feral cats make wonderful outdoor pets. This is the story of Frankie, who's lived in my backyard for many years. She has an irritable disposition and still spits at the ones who feed her, but we love our wild girl who rode out Hurricane Katrina and survived raccoons, dogs, and other cats invading her domain
Life has been tough growing up without Dad. I just wonder, when we get to catch up, if we ever get to catch up.... what type of man were you.
For months, I continued to suffer in silence unable to tell anyone that each day I was closer to the brink of self destruction and crying out for help. Then I took the first steps of getting help.
My Grandma is a games person and she loved to play with her grandchildren. A story of how we played Scrabble, no matter what. We played Scrabble while driving and Scrabble even as my Grandma started to lose her sight. Scrabble fans will definitely appreciate this article about diehard devotion to Scrabble.
When my parents found out I was gay, their reaction was of anger and fear for my future. I chose to flee, not fight, spending the next 25 years across the world. Eventually, I had to come home ...
My life with a schizophrenic. He was also diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), the new way to say multiple personalities. We were together 5 years.
The numerous photos show my great aunt and uncle's large and successful farming operation in North Dakota back in the early 1900s.
Were you a part of the Civil Rights demonstrations? Or were you on the sidelines supporting them? Either way, you felt what was at stake.
Christmas can be a magical time of year. It can also be challenging, particularly in case of serious illness or the passing of a loved one. Here are my thoughts on finding peace during the holidays.
I was too shy to ask the librarian where the children’s books were located, so the first books I read were adult novels & poems located in the perfect spot for the extremely bashful— near the exit.
My dad passed away in October, 2017. This is not just another write-up for Hubpages...perhaps a way to pen my feelings. One more effort to feel a little lighter and cope with the loss of my Dad!
Beyond explorations, beyond wandering, beyond traveling, beyond wild imaginations, some people travel for purposes beyond themselves.
These are my thoughts on becoming 67. Maybe they will save someone all the time I spent finally realizing what matters in life.
There isn't a day that goes by when I don't have a depressive thought. But I know he is there for me no matter what.
In the 1940s and early 50s we were brought up and disciplined quite differently to the way that most children are today. This hub allows you to take a peek at how one working class mum did it.
Thirteen years ago this June, we discovered that the feral cat that had taken up residence in our backyard was not a he, but a she. So we named her Frankie instead of Frank. She had a litter of six kittens under a sheet of plywood that was leaning...
Ah, it comes to me now, he is the only fatherly man who spent time with me as a young girl. He always encouraged me, so few did. Perhaps, that is why I am visiting him.
Growing up with very little relationship, it is still hard as an adult to hear others explain the man my father was to them- when I still am at odds with what his absence did to me
This, my friends and anyone else, is a True Story about a band of four real guys. Only three of them are living today. Oh, I am still alive.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, not because of personal memories, but because of wonderful stories I read in books. Here, I tell how I took the courage to create memories of my own.
Jimmy Jean offers classes for small groups in the North Dordogne, South Charente regions of France. He wants his students to speak the language in the vernacular.
At age seven, from a poor background, things were simple, but yet so memorable at the first school house that I had ever attended. Enjoy.
Here are some ideas for helping your teen make an informed decision about enlisting in the Armed Services.
School children are sometimes amazing. And sometimes, in my case, very stupid. You will agree when you read this piece.
One hundred years ago America fought the first World War. Have you forgotten? I will not forget. My grandfather has left behind a treasure trove of letters I read often.
His name was, and hopefully is, Joe Collier, a friend of mine in 1970. He had just did one tour of duty in Vietnam. The rest he told me I am now sharing with you.
As Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba says, the dreams in which He appears are real. The time taken for them to happen in reality varies from case to case. Here is an experience of a dream which manifested itself in months. Also follows a brief on what one should do when one gets a dream of Swami.
Cooking my first Thanksgiving dinner was not supposed to be a disaster, nor was it supposed to be funny. It ended up being both. But all good plans can go awry...
Alex goes upwards, through Maryland, Pennsylvania, New York state, and onward until he arrives in Ontario, Canada. He recounts many amazing experiences on his trek to the quasi-northern lands!
As the last of the shops on Belmont and Clark closed up shop to make way for a Super Target, I knew the city where I spent so much of my childhood stopped being the background for my dreams.
This is the story of a pretty much mundane trip to Arkansas that turned into quite an adventure. For one day, I was a hero (not a heroine; the word doesn't resonate) in at least my own eyes and those of one other person. It was a mystical day of karma or kindness or maybe just love. It was the beginning of a long journey for me of looking for and finding joy in unexpected places.
The story of the Oscar Coleman Cooler follows a span of over 30 years of highs and lows. Oscar goes off to college, to concerts and other adventures. Follow this Coleman Cooler's journey through life.
I'm fascinated with the occult, the different, the unimaginable. I believe there is more to life than skin and bone, than what our eyes see and our ears hear.
In retrospect it wasn't that boring, it's like looking the wrong way through a pair on binoculars. This ain't yer usual 'Solomon Grundy' story and it ain't over yet. Still waiting for the fat lady...
If you lived prior to, during, or after the Vietnam Conflict, you should appreciate this hub. Even if you registered for the Draft and didn't go, you will get a kick from this. I promise.
When my children were small, we often visited their Grandpa in Arkansas. We took those fun times for granted, but looking back, they were some of our very best times. Arriving after a long drive to a fabulous dinner of chuck roast, black-eyed peas, squash, and corn bread is not something to be taken for granted!
This Personal Narrative is about one of my favorite uncles. The text is all true and very poignant. Just real life. No smoke or mirrors. Enjoy.
Death. The longer we live, the more of it we see. What does it take to watch loved ones pass on? What gives meaning in the midst dying? This essay is based on the courage and experiences of my mother.
This is another true narrative about the day that I learned what a cornfield really meant when I worked in the hard, manual work in the boring, hot broiling sun.
You didn't want to move. I sat there all day with your head in my lap, gently rubbing your snout, my arm over your tired body. I knew it was time. So did you.
There is a song that reminds me of my mother. The song that usually makes me cry hopelessly, every time I hear it on the radio. I have it on my iTunes playlist and as I scroll past the song title, I hesitate to click , knowing very well I am going to be heavy with grief, choked with emotion and generally make a spectacle of myself.
Pursuing wilderness, the great Indian rhinoceros, the fierce tigers and the exotic cultures of Assam in the North Eastern regions of India.
Decades after being bullied on the playground, I am finding through therapy the hold over from childhood trauma is still effecting my relationships with people as an adult
We arrived here in Arkansas July 3rd. It is halfway through our trip. The days are drifting by and nature is healing us both of worries and sorrow.
Experiencing a major hurricane should be a once in a lifetime experience. You emerge from it wiser and more mature and your perspective on life can never be the same again.
I gave birth and for the first time in my life I have consciously realized, with my whole being, that I have a mother too. And I needed her, I needed her more than anything. But she wasn't there.
Dad, Happy Birthday, Bob Seger, Vietnam Vet, Oakland Detective, Corvette, California, Law School, Real Estate Investing, Midas, Saint Kitts, Saint Thomas, United States, Protectorates, San Francisco
This is a True Story that unfolded on Dec. 18, during my Annual Two Weeks Sabbatical. Oh, if you like romance, you will love this commentary.
This is just one of those tales that one enjoys by themselves, but chooses to share it with friends one day. That day and tale is now.
I believed that nothing could compare to the mountains in Denver, especially Estes Park. In 2007, Joe and I took at trip to the Canadian Rockies. They are Denver times ten. Not only the mountains but Lake Louise, the wildlife, the birds, all of it made for a marvelous and awe-inspiring trip.
My dad served in the Home Guard in World War II Britain before joining the Royal Air Force. He manned antiaircraft rockets when the German bombers raided Birmingham and later guarded German POWs.
Imagine the possibilities in your family history that brings amazing connections to your present. I highly recommend www.ancestry.com and www.23andme.com
Taxi driving was a great adventure. Never a boring day but I had an experience that I will never forget. My story.
My college room-mate lost her mother shortly before Christmas in 1985. I remember the tearful phone call asking if I'd seen the news, requesting that I not talk to any media...and then begging me to come to her mother's home in Connecticut because...
"I grew up in rural Arkansas on Route 4. That road is now called Dixon Road. Our house was across the street from Primrose Methodist Church and a few houses down from Granite Mountain Hospital, operated by Dr. Samuel P. Junkin, my grandfather. When...
In this article, I recall special times with mom and dad. My memories include family activities, summer visits back home to Wisconsin, and traveling together over the years.
When I was a child, from the age of one year old, I was always surrounded by animals, including dogs, rabbits, birds, rodents and fish. I had a great childhood and it also taught me to love animals.
As a child I was born and raised in a military family; with my father serving in the United States Air Force for over 20 years before retiring. The military dependant life sometimes was not the greatest due to all the relocating that you would have...
Life sometimes wears on us, and we all find different ways to regain that spark. For me at times, it was through my relationships with special women.
More than 30 years ago, I came close to participating in the National Spelling Bee in Washington, D.C... but my skills betrayed me at the worst possible time.
This is an account of my cats, which were many. Their stories were not all happy ones, but their lives were.
This story of incest is written from the perspective of a child born as a result of incest. Today I doubt that a twelve-year-old girl would have gone full term but this was the 1940’s.
Life writing:extracts from a collection of memories about life as a child in a small English market town during the 1950s
This is another true tale from my "simple," teenage life. And this narrative taught me how to not be too suspicious of Substitute teachers.
I was born at the beginning of the New Year in 1973. Suddenly, it seems like a very, very long time ago. Age does have a certain habit of creeping up on you in a way you thought it never would, teasing you with long days of eternal youth before one...
A fascinating first hand account of working class life in 1940s and 50's which give you a real insight into a lifestyle that has all but disappeared. This article is full of the kind of things that never make it into the history books and allows you to take a peek into what it was like to live in Britain in a working class area as a working class family. See how your granny lived!
The story of Camp Howze in Gainesville, Texas and the 334th Infantry Regiment during World War 2. Camp Howze trained 10,000 plus personnel per month and later became a German prisoner of war camp.
This is a True Narrative. If you were living in 1970, then you should get a kick with this story plus, you might relive a few of your own special memories.
Sergeant Georgina Stone joined the Airforce in World War 2. But that didn't stop her getting caught up in hilarious pranks! Includes being chased by a Spitfire, losing her dignity and her skirt while putting on a parachute, knocking out a ghost and last but not least getting cosy with a King! Just another day in the life of my mother the WAAF!
In June 2010 I decided to go back to college. Four years later I graduated with the bachelor's and two later, the master's; soon the doctoral degree. It is never too late to improve oneself.