I have always had this fascination with old cemeteries. I remember walking around on Sunday afternoon with my grandmother in one of the oldest cemeteries in the city looking for the headstone of a friend of hers. I marveled at the old mausoleums and ornat...
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Memoirs Stories
Submissions to this category are generally told in the first person and cover personal reflection, autobiographies and memories of the past.
Rather than focusing on factual accounts, memoirs are more a recollection of moments in time that were either vivid or unique to the author.
So now it's thirty years later. I am now a sworn member of the law enforcement community, but unlike my fellow LEO's ( Law Enforcement Officers) I avoided the "badge bunnies". Badge bunnies as I am sure you can figure out are females with a preference for...
Getting Caught
Yes, it happened to me too.In my latest offering of Cop Stories #4, I tell the tale of interrupting two lovers seeking some quiet time enjoying each others charms. I was recently asked if I had ever been caught. Hell yes I have been caught! More than once! I was dating Belinda whil...
It was another beautiful warm Summer night on the graveyard shift, 6:00 pm-6:00 am. Checked the houses of the residents on vacation that had requested a house check. Pull in to the driveway and exit the vehicle. Flashlight in one hand while the other clos...
Heart of Gold
A story about my beloved late mom.My Mom's name was Agnes. Her maiden name was Greene. She was the youngest of five children. She had one sister and three brothers. They are/were Ina Mae Dooley, Everette Greene, James Greene and Norman Greene. Two of Mom's siblings are also deceased. Norm...
So on a frigid Sunday morning I began my trek from Cleveland, Ohio to Indianapolis, Indiana.The entrance ramp to I-77 South was treacherous and roads were no better with top speed was maybe 40 mph. I-271 South was worse as only one lane had been used sinc...
The first time I saw April, we were going door to door in a shabby Hispanic neighborhood, telling people to “repent or burn,” “Jesus saves,” “get saved” and “come to church.” April made me nervous because her eyes had a crazy, buggy glaze. It didn’t help...
I guess I am probably of the last generation that can remember when milk, eggs, bread, butter, and other dairy products were delivered. And, because of the war, our milkman in Darby (a suburb of Philadelphia, not Darby, England) used a horse and wagon. I...
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It was Friday afternoon in mid-June, 1962. I had just stepped out of the shower, and was feeling considerably better for having removed a layer of cement dust and sweat when the phone rang. My mother got to it first, but held it out to me, saying, "It’s M...
My Memories of My Mother I lost my life long best friend who was also my mother in March 2013. The memories I have of Mom go from laughter and sorrow to tears and anger but because she was my best friend and emotional supporter I want to concentrate only...
The Bumbling Painter
The handyman strikes again.I performed many different odd jobs when I was a teen and into my early twenties. I mowed lawns at five different homes including my own. Several people also asked me to paint and redo their kitchens and bathrooms. The result of all this painting helped m...
In 1996, at the age of 49, I joined the Army National Guard. I had served previously from the ages of 21 to 25 in the United States Navy. Therefore, when I became a soldier, I entered with the rank of Specialist. It was not quite the same as a Corporal, t...
Cop Stories 3
Just another DUI stopSo here I am working the over night or graveyard shift, 10:00 pm - 6:00 am. My buddy Steve radios in that he is stopping a possible intox driver, as he is about 2 blocks away I advise dispatch that I am en route. As I arrive on scene Steve already has the...
My Paramour
A true storyScenario: It's almost closing time and the last call bell has rung. Most of my buds have managed to meet someone new and all that's left are the dregs, and I have never and will never go that route. So I go to the pay phone and place a call. Remember dear...
I'm lying on the floor of our rec-room, watching cartoons. I'm about eight years old and this is pretty much all I do on a Saturday morning. I hear the front door slam, a familiar sound, and glance up only when I realize that my father is coming down the...