Tag: memories
group name: bookofmyself
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March 19, 2006 05:23 AM EST --
As I kid, I knew my favorite actors by their screen names. In most cases, I didn't even know their real names. I grew up in a tough neighborhood and dreamed of getting out. When I . . .
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July 02, 2006 11:52 AM EDT --
I come from changeling stock. My mother was a wild child who sprang out of Mother Earth like a sprite being born, and she passed her cherishing of nature on to me.
One early summer day back in the late . . .
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March 02, 2006 05:22 AM EST --
Mrs. DeMars was my teacher in third grade, and I was in love. I was ten and she was about thirty-five. She was tall, blond and wore skirts just above her knees. I had an unbelievable . . .
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April 19, 2006 09:54 PM EDT --
She was born and raised in Minnesota at the turn of the nineteenth to twentieth centuries. One day she rode her father's horse to deliver a message to her father who was helping out a neighbor in his . . .
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September 18, 2006 11:23 AM EDT --
This was a question asked as part of a writing group I belong to.
When I think of the first day of autumn, this memory is most
prevalent?
Fall always transports me to my childhood in . . .
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April 03, 2006 03:05 AM EDT --
My father had an infuriating way of disappearing into his own private place, where he couldn't hear a word I said, even when I stood right beside him. He was usually studying for a sermon . . .
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May 31, 2006 04:11 AM EDT --
J. was my first mentor in the software business in the early 1980's and became a true friend over the years. He was a marketing genius and about twenty years my senior. We traded roles . . .
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July 04, 2006 03:47 AM EDT --
Dad said it is important to have beliefs and to share them with others, but he was willing to accept new information that might change his previous beliefs. For example, when he found out my two . . .
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October 19, 2006 02:55 AM EDT --
My friends nicknamed me "Monkey Man" because I used to scale our apartment building four stories high hanging by my fingers from the brick ledge. I remember people called me a daredevil . . .
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August 09, 2007 10:32 PM EDT --
This is the day my Mother died. Sixteen years ago, but it seems like yesterday. I have smelled lilacs all day, a reminder of her. She loved lilacs, and always shared the flowers from her huge lilac tree . . .
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July 10, 2007 02:24 PM EDT --
She sat, enfolded in shadows, brushing her long, dark hair. Gramma rocked gently, the rhythm of her brush matching the soft ‘tap tap’ of her slippers on the floor.
This was Gramma’s . . .
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April 15, 2006 02:53 AM EDT --
I applied to Harvard Business School in early 1985. In April a thin envelope arrived from Cambridge. Not a good sign. Only thick packages offer admission. But it wasn't an outright . . .
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July 28, 2007 12:39 AM EDT --
Gramma used to be able to purchase fresh butter from the ladies who lived in near by farms. When the Great Depression hit, butter was no longer available to her, as it was so expensive.
So, Gramma had . . .
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