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.
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.
Learn about Stir Up Sunday and our family traditions in a working class home involved around the making of Christmas cake and Christmas pudding in the 1940s and 50s
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.
"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.
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.
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 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.
These are my memories of Granite Mountain hospital, owned and operated by Samuel Presley Junkin, my grandfather.
The numerous photos show my great aunt and uncle's large and successful farming operation in North Dakota back in the early 1900s.
That son referred to in this happy exchange later became my husband. Some family history during WWII included plus photos.
My father's older brother, Uncle Augie, was always my favorite uncle. In addition to sharing a passion for baseball, my uncle tried to teach me golf and enjoyed talking about the Milwaukee Braves. While living on the farm, I always looked forward to Uncle Augie's visits.
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!
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!
In this life there is that one time. One time only. And the one person you meet at that one time, will not only touch your life, but change it forever.
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...
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.
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!
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.
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.
My parents stopped moving in a small town in north Florida. Looking back I have fun memories of a nature-filled childhood.
In honor or our family, especially my father, ancestral family details researched all due to a vivid dream I had about dad. What I learned was amazing.
This poem is a tribute to my dad who passed while I was far away from home and I never got the chance to say goodbye to him. He sacrificed all he had just to ensure I succeed. I will forever love and miss him.
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.
Here are some ideas for helping your teen make an informed decision about enlisting in the Armed Services.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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...
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.
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.
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.
Local residents memories of rationing in Stoneybatter Dublin 7 Ireland during World War Two. Memories of The Emergency during WW2. The Glimmerman, bomb shelters, bombs in the Strand and Phoenix Park in Dublin by German planes.
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.
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.
Part three of a four part interview with a young woman who destroyed herself and ended up a better person.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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 is an account of my cats, which were many. Their stories were not all happy ones, but their lives were.
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.
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
Self-discipline, hard work and recognizing the importance of schoolwork are traits that pay tremendous dividends for any high school student who possesses them. This is a short narrative of my dealings with those traits as a teenager.
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.
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!
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.
Emigrating to Australia in 1967: My mother tells us her memories of living and working in Australia in the 1960's. She immigrated with her husband and five young children as £10 Poms. Migration Memories on board the Ship Castel Felice.
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.
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.
Love at First Sight can and does happen. It happened to me in 1972. I still remember the perfume that she wore.
This is a first hand account of what it was like getting ready for Christmas in a working class home in the 1940s and 50s
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.
School children are sometimes amazing. And sometimes, in my case, very stupid. You will agree when you read this piece.
During the 1950s, I never paid much attention to the news on television or in the paper. In 1957, there were, however, exciting and interesting things happening all around this 13-year-old. This article fondly recalls special events that occurred to my family and me.
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.
How an Innocuous 2004 Dinner with a Former Collections Client Led to a Literary Feeding Frenzy, and a Rightful Outcome.
Have you ever thought about quitting your day job and seeking out paradise? That's exactly what I did.
This is a small window into the lives of my paternal great-grandparents as they started their life together in Ontario, Canada at the tail end of an unimagined cholera pandemic. They were caught up in this horror, both as part of the medical profession and as parents of a victim of cholera.
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...
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.
This article attempts to understand the background of my paternal grandfather, Charles August Kuehn. From the beginning as a twin brother in a big German immigrant family in Milwaukee in 1885, I trace my grandfather's life as a boy and man in both Door County and the Greenfield area of Milwaukee.
The true story of the power of prayer, the importance of Faith in our lives, and how it transformed my life.
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 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.
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.
Finding your cat dead first thing in the morning can crush you. Here is the first stage of my grieving.
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
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.
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.
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.
When our bodies, our emotions, our guts speak to us, listening is the most important and smartest thing we can do.
"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.
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.
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.
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.
Everyone has someone whom goes through their life and in a short time, touches it then moves on. This man named, "Bud," his real name, was a big-hearted, gentle man. And what he did meant so much to me.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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...
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 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...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
My mother-in-law was a shining example of unconditional love and acceptance. This is my tribute to her.
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.
In this article, I reflect on meaningful memories of past Christmas. Relive my memories of Christmas as a boy, young man, father, and an older man. Read how I have played Santa Claus three times in my life.
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.
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.
Photograph investigation has always interested me. Upon inheriting 850 unidentified photographs from my great aunt, I have had a lot of fun researching faces, places and artifacts that appear in them. This is the story of three of those photos.
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...
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 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!
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.
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.
The United States Army gave me a lifetime of experience and training. I enlisted when I was 24 years old, and my life was forever changed. Looking back on life, I am grateful for it all. The Doxology is a fitting expression of praise: "Praise God from Whom All Blessings Flow..."
My mom and dad Geertje (Muys) Meijst and Synco Schram de Jong, got married just before WW2, this is their love story.
Memories of my grandparents during the Irish War of Independence in Dublin and Balbriggan. First hand account of the atrocities committed by the Black and Tan raids in Ireland in 1921. When was the War of Independence in Ireland?
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.
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 look back at the 1930s at some of the experiences of my grandparents, Frank and Ivy Trigg, who were bringing up two young children (my mum Audrey and my uncle, Ken) in Hunslet, Leeds, UK.
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...
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.
Alex investigates a European country during a time of political turmoil. He summarizes some of the interesting notes of his visit in 2014.
It was Eric Thomas who said, "The Value of a man is not measured by what he does for himself to make his life easier, But, measured by what he does for others to make their lives easier." Certainly this was true of Lewis Rome who was a passionate public servant.
See vintage needle containers and men's underwear buttons put to good use along with other handiwork by my grandmother in this post.
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.
How do we look back on things in our life that stand out. The way we treated people who are no longer with us? Is is with regret or can we truly say we did the best we knew how?
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Family history of the times in Wisconsin when my mother was a child growing up in the 1920s and beyond. See many photos plus a video.
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...
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...
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…
Gathering information about early Kansas photographers to help people determine a date for an old picture they have.
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.
Taxi driving was a great adventure. Never a boring day but I had an experience that I will never forget. My story.
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.
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...
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...
Imagine the possibilities in your family history that brings amazing connections to your present. I highly recommend www.ancestry.com and www.23andme.com
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.
When you can't do something, you may as well admit it and move on. This applies especially to new schoolteachers.
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.
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.
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.
On the occasion of the doctor’s day 2014 the author pays tribute to a physician who worked in the tea gardens in dooars, the undulating green carpet landscape which soothes the traveller’s eyes and offers delicious Darjeeling tea. Without holding any high degree but with great care and empathy he used to treat his patients who would consider him as an angel next only to God.
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.
With the passing of each aunt, there appears another empty seat in our theater. We shift our gaze to the next till the last aunt leaves, and we can only look toward the memories of love and support.
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...
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"
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.
The advertisements on the pages of comic books may seem innocuous, but they can lull a boy into real strife.
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.
I wrote this a few years ago, it's something I really needed to let out back then, it was for school but in reality, it really was just for myself.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.