Tag Archives: History

Larry’s Go-Cart

The year was 1951 and the place was the small Southwest Missouri Ozark town of Noel.  The town of 900 or so people was a quiet, sleepy hamlet during the cold winter months but when the warm summer days arrived … Continue reading

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Earthquake Parties

Did you hear the one about the “Earthquake Party?”  No, well until just recently neither had I.  Earthquake party, what in the world is an earthquake party you might ask.  Well, it just so happens that you’ve come to the … Continue reading

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A Time to Remember

I often wondered why people buried seemingly useless items.  I failed to understand the motive for burying a small cigar box or other rather ordinary vessel in cement knowing that the item would rest there for years or even centuries.  … Continue reading

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Bloodline, Discovering Who I Am

The inspiration for this story came from a single piece of paper.  That sheet of paper with ink imprinted words placed there more than 150 years ago was thought to be so irreplaceable that it had been encased in glass … Continue reading

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The Day the Circus Came to Town

In 1947 the new school year was nearing the end of its first month but Larry had other things on his mind.  Oh, he was bright enough but reading, writing and arithmetic didn’t hold the allure and fascination for the … Continue reading

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The Family Business

“You see that man over there.  Whatever you do don’t talk to, bother or even get near that guy.”  Although Mike was no more than eleven years old he could tell that his step-father, who he called Kenneth, was deadly … Continue reading

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Churning Butter in the Old Maytag

“Larry, come on we gotta get going.”  Like most eight-year-old boys Larry always allowed an appreciable amount of time to pass before answering his mother.  “Larry, hurry up or I’m going to leave without you.”  “Leave without you,” were the … Continue reading

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