Tag Archives: nostalgia

I’ll Be Seeing You

I’ll Be Seeing You I’ve always been captivated by trains, large, noisy steam trains hold a particular significance to me. When I was little we went to the train station to pick up my Aunt Mildred. It wasn’t a big, … Continue reading

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The Great Ditch Day Debacle

The Clock. Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.” When I read the prompt above at: The Daily Post – The Clock it … Continue reading

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The Time I Was Catholic

I was an odd kid… at around 12ish I decided I wanted to be Catholic, for a Jewish-Protestant kid that was a big leap. There were a few things about Catholicism that really appealed to me; school uniforms, crossing oneself … Continue reading

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The Pink Picnic and I

I moved off the Navy Base at about 11 years old. We moved into a regular neighborhood with kids everywhere. My best friend, Gloria, lived directly behind us. We were inseparable from the moment we met. When Gloria got a … Continue reading

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It Happened One Christmas

Nothing is, what it seems to be here. This picture is a fraud and that blonde moppet (who looks strangely enough like Carol Brady) clutching her prized Winnie the Pooh is a Bad Seed. Bad Seed: (noun) a person who is seen … Continue reading

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The Kid Who Ate Dirt

I grew up on a Naval Base in Port Hueneme, California. I have always remembered the kid who lived downstairs from us in our Navy housing. I don’t remember his name, my brain has a rejection device against names that … Continue reading

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