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Tag Archives: memories
The Tale of the Christmas Sausage
The holidays really are magical. There’s the beautiful sparkling tree, the animals dressed as Santa, the boxes of Raisin Bran under the tree… It’s particularly tough to top the gift of fiber. My paternal grandmother was a legend. She was… … Continue reading →
Posted in Humor
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Tagged Christmas, Extremely Dark Humor, Holidays, life, Memoir, memories, My family members are crazy, sausage, stories
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Some Heroes Don’t Like to Talk About It
As little kids my sister and I enjoyed endlessly harassing my grandfather. We’d hide his car keys, pickpocket his wallet, and steal his chocolate chip cookies whenever he wasn’t looking. Our favorite activity was marching around his pink and green … Continue reading →
Posted in Short Stories
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Tagged Childhood, Family, Grandparent, Guam, life, Marine, memories, South Pacific, United States Marines, Veteran's Day, World War II
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46 Comments
Tourists Don’t Come Here Anymore
Detroit, Michigan 1984 The park was only ten houses down the street, so my parents let us go without an adult. Instead we went with our cousin Robin, who would have been about twelve. As we were leaving, a dark … Continue reading →
Posted in Life, Random
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Tagged American history, Childhood, Detroit, economic depression, Henry Ford, history, life, local politics, memories, Michigan, political graft, racism, stories
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