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.
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.
This is another true tale from my "simple," teenage life. And this narrative taught me how to not be too suspicious of Substitute teachers.
Learn about Alcazar the horse; what my grandfather's WW1 war pilot buddy was doing in Frisco, TX; handwritten letters and what people do with cigar boxes today.
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.
How I managed to come out with a brighter mind, heart, and soul from the grasp of a monstrosity disguised as a human being.
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.
Finding your cat dead first thing in the morning can crush you. Here is the first stage of my grieving.
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.
The sad story of a family secret, a family tragedy. I searched for the whereabouts of my aunt Rose. She had not been seen for many years. This is the first of two hubs on my pages, regarding the search and eventual closure of a tragic and painful life. Please see hub No 2 for the follow up.
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.
Al Capp could have modeled Sadie Hawkins after my grandmother. Was grandfather a flabbergasted victim or did he intentionally play right into her pretty little hands? This is a true story.
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.
End of life for a loved one is a traumatic event. Losing someone that we care about is heartbreaking, yet celebrating their life doesn't have to be sad nor expensive.
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.
My grandmother was the model of applied wisdom for a theology major doing his post graduate studies in wisdom literature. She was a character profile of age and wisdom to family members and others.
My mother-in-law was a shining example of unconditional love and acceptance. This is my tribute to her.
This is an account of my cats, which were many. Their stories were not all happy ones, but their lives were.
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.
Betsy Terrell was with Poppa Neutrino for many of his amazing adventures. This includes performing as a street musician worldwide, crossing the Atlantic Ocean in a raft and more.
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...
Like my father said, “Life is short. We have to be ready and know how it is to be with God when we pass away. That’s because we will never know when it will happen. It could happen tonight, tomorrow, next week, next month—it will happen.” Life goes so fast…
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.
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!
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.
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.
This is our Love story. It started in the 1950's during our college years. This coming May 8 will be our 60th wedding anniversary. We thank the Lord for all the blessings he has given us.
A little tribute to my mother.. she passed on from this world on the 30th of July 2012. It has been difficult to write this ...the pain is still fresh... She was a great lady.. a wonderful woman.
Beyond explorations, beyond wandering, beyond traveling, beyond wild imaginations, some people travel for purposes beyond themselves.
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.
This is all about the one and only time! I met my maternal grandfather, Jerry Reed, when I was 13 years old.
My great-grandma had a fascinating life which brought her from Austria to central Wisconsin. In this article, I first recall my little grandma's challenges before marriage and then examine her life as a mother and early widow.
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 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 was born on the third day in the month of April, on the year of the snake,1965. I'm the fourth child in the family of 7 children that consist of 4 male and 3 female. I don't remember much during the early years of my infant life as I never heard...
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 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...
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...
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.
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.
The true story of the power of prayer, the importance of Faith in our lives, and how it transformed my life.
Ann Street, Greenock, 1967 McLean Museum - Eugene Mehat My mother grew up in Greenock, Scotland. She was born there, at The Rankin Hospital, and lived in the town until she was nineteen years old. She still remembers the exact addresses she lived at...
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.
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...
It was a privilege to share his journey. That is reason for gratitude, not regret. What is clear to me right now is that reopening the door that time has closed is reopening the door to nowhere.
Part three of a four part interview with a young woman who destroyed herself and ended up a better person.
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...
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.
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.
She was someone in my life who made everything better just by listening and now she's gone. For the first time in a long time I realize again how precious life is and that time is a priceless gift.
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.
My parents were two of the most generous people you could ever hope to meet. During their lives, mom and dad sacrificed so much for the well-being of me and four other siblings. This article recalls how generous my parents really were.
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.
One wouldn’t typically think his or her hair color would determine many aspects of his or her life. However, if you are born with red hair it is the norm.
I hope that you enjoy my meeting "Alvin," not his real name and the night that I met him managing a convenience store.
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.
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.
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!
Sweet Sadie, an Italian Greyhound, found her way to me in spite of my resistance. This is the story of our amazing experience with animal rescue.
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.
This Irish family immigrated to Australia in 1967 on the Castel Felice as £10 Poms. These are the memories of my father who was a railway worker on the London Underground and then immigrated to Australia and worked for the South Australian Railways.
Ronald Stone was my uncle. He was also a bomber pilot in world war 2. We knew what happened to him. Or so we thought. Until we found this shocking secret!
Edith Piaf was known as "The Little Sparrow." I wrote a biographical poem to honor Piaf and her talent and to tell a little about her success and, also, her sadness.
This hub tackles the reputation of Latin prayers in this modern world. This tells about a true account of a soldier in relation to life and the power of prayer.
When you can't do something, you may as well admit it and move on. This applies especially to new schoolteachers.
We love and cherish our mothers. We wish they would live forever, but the day comes when we must say goodbye and that day will forever be etched in our minds. At least this is my story...
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.
Memories from the War to End All Wars still linger, nearly one hundred years after it began. Travelling through France and Belgium it is impossible not to be touched by the horrors which are still visible in the landscape.
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 ...
This article provides a first-person biography of artist Arco Tung-Sol, who lived from 1937 to 2003 and produced numerous impressive works of art. Many photos of his artwork are offered as 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.
Alex investigates a European country during a time of political turmoil. He summarizes some of the interesting notes of his visit in 2014.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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"
Death is a topic that brings us face to face with our own mortality. Losing a loved one unexpectedly is especially troubling. This is a memorial for a precious nephew.
The atrocities committed by the Black and Tan raids in Ireland in 1921. Life during the Irish War of Independence in Dublin and Balbriggan. When was the War of Independence in Ireland?
The numerous photos show my great aunt and uncle's large and successful farming operation in North Dakota back in the early 1900s.
"Forever Special" is the title of the poem dedicated to the memory of this aunt who modeled the New Testament women Mary, Martha, Eunice and Lois to her nieces and nephews.
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.
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
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...
My parents stopped moving in a small town in north Florida. Looking back I have fun memories of a nature-filled childhood.
I was flat-out lucky to have a rock solid Father for 50 years of my life when a few of my closest friends loss their Dad when they were teenagers. My Father made it to ...
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.
Simply put: a heart-felt hub in honor of my dad for Father's Day, June 17, 2018. And if this hub were to be included in a (a) HubPages' Father's Day Hub Contest, I hope that this one wins. Not for my honor, but his.
Pursuing wilderness, the great Indian rhinoceros, the fierce tigers and the exotic cultures of Assam in the North Eastern regions of India.
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.
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
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.
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...
Below is a copy of the eulogy that I gave at my grandfather's funeral in June 2009. It was difficult for me to go in front of hundreds of people and say these words at such a sad time, but I felt that it was something I owed him and a testament to...
Someone was actually paying me to drive them around Downtown Dallas in a brand new Cadillac. What could possibly go wrong?
Memories of my great grandparents during the Irish War of Independence. What did the black and tans do to the Irish? The Black and Tans atrocities and auxiliaries in 1920's Ireland.
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!
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 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.
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.
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...
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.
Have you ever thought about quitting your day job and seeking out paradise? That's exactly what I did.
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.
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.
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.
How an Innocuous 2004 Dinner with a Former Collections Client Led to a Literary Feeding Frenzy, and a Rightful Outcome.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Among three generations of women, she was the first to become a young bride, establish a family complete with husband and wife, and bear her children within her marriage. She was a desirable role model.
Contrary to opinion, spirituality is not about a belief in something. Nor is it a ritual of particular tasks. It is an inner entry into a very deep part of yourself where you connect with core-life...
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.
Taxi driving was a great adventure. Never a boring day but I had an experience that I will never forget. My story.
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...
This is a story of accidental sibling death told years after the event. My 2 1/2- year-old sister drowned while I was looking after her and my two other siblings.
Meeting Bobby Sherman was a life changing experience for me. Read for a description of the actual event and how it changed my life!
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.
Mum grew up during the Second World War and went on to marry and have two children herself. Now 85 years old, she has a great knowledge of life and her wisdom has helped me take on many challenges.
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.
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.
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!
A memoir about the events at a street party in the UK to celebrate the Queen's Silver Jubilee in 1977. The residents raised funds for the event and community spirit was at an all time high.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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...
See vintage needle containers and men's underwear buttons put to good use along with other handiwork by my grandmother in this post.
The railroad brought me into Huntington, WV in 1976. A train did not actucally bring me but my dad worked for The Chessie System and he was transferred from Cumberland, Maryland to Huntington, WV. He began to work at the old OH Building where the DMV is now on Madison Avenue. The following is some of my memories of Huntington. I have collected pictures of Huntington through the years and some blogs I have written about some of my favorite memories of Huntington and some of my favorite stories
These are my thoughts on becoming 67. Maybe they will save someone all the time I spent finally realizing what matters in life.
Christmas in Australia in 1967 as Irish immigrants. Migration Memories of living in Australia as a 10 year old child. Why did the irish immigrate to australia? We immigrated to Australia with the £10 assisted passage scheme.
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.
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.
"This is the first time you really will be cold," My cousin warned. Old Man Winter grabbed, stung, scorched and iced me all at once. Later, I thought the view compensated for the horrendous hug.
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!
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.
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.
Emigrating to Australia in 1967: My mother tells us her memories of living and working in Australia in 1967. She immigrated with her husband and five young children. £10 Poms. Migration Memories on board the Ship Castel Felice.
You just had to be there when that slick monster, Spontaneity, met a crowd inside Barnes & Noble and the scene was not funny.
School children are sometimes amazing. And sometimes, in my case, very stupid. You will agree when you read this piece.
This article relates the story of my first exposure to the stewardess career field and the details of training at "Stew School."
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.
Imagine the possibilities in your family history that brings amazing connections to your present. I highly recommend www.ancestry.com and www.23andme.com
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.
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.
In retrospect it wasn't that boring, it's like looking the wrong way through a pair of second-hand binoculars. Bear with me as you trawl down through the years from pre-history to when I wrote this... This ain't yer usual 'Solomon Grundy' story, it's not over yet. Still waiting for the fat lady...
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.
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.
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.
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.
Give the gift of yourself this Mother's Day. Our Grandmothers and Great Grandmothers needs to see our smiles. They need to know that we still care for them. All they want is to have their family time.
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!
The advertisements on the pages of comic books may seem innocuous, but they can lull a boy into real strife.
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.