Ahhhh…the good ol’ days. This is my submission for the from Kim M.O… Kindergarten, or kindeegarden, is full of memories for me. The teacher, Mrs. Weatherall, was a gray haired elderly woman who stood proud and firm, while her assistant, Mrs. Green, was a huge black woman; think Michael Clarke Duncan with a heedful...
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First grade was in a basement halfway under ground. The cafeteria was down the hall a bit. The hallway had a distinct smell that originated from the kitchen. I get a whiff of it now and then in other buildings I enter. That smell always takes me back. There was a row of windows...
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What follows is my submission for the memoir prompt … I haven’t seen it much lately; the river which flows through much of my life. The Stillwater flows roughly sixty miles through 3 counties in western Ohio. Not much of a river really, this tributary to the Great Miami. Small, scenic, never angrily roaring...
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This is my quirky  submission for the memoir prompt … I have a relationship with a 25 mm wide paper tube filled with the finest Turkish and Domestic blend tobacco know to man; a relationship that is at once passionate and obsessive. I love those filtered Camel Wides in the hard pack. I started...
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This is my response to the memoir prompt about something funny or odd that happened in or around my car. The event eventually became funny, and ended up telltale deep on many levels… It was just past noon on a beautiful early fall day in Southwestern Ohio. Harvest was just beginning, and the rural...
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Can happiness be a more compelling memoir entry than fear? I think it can because we shield ourselves from happiness… I got the call on December 30th, 1988, at about 11:00 a.m. I probably shouldn’t have been at work but we both agreed that there would be plenty of time, so I just spent...
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At around age 12 or 13 I wanted a pair of white Go-Go Boots so badly I couldn’t stand it.  Those short white boots that the girl dancers wore on shows like Hullabaloo and Shindig were something I just absolutely had to have.  Oh, it wasn’t like I would die if I didn’t get...
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This my submission for the Extreme Writing Now Group,  Memoir Writing,  prompt of … When I commented on Rachel’s memoir submission, , I said I thought I was eight when that particular incident occurred. I was wrong. The memory of my first real fear has come wafting back through the filter of the dirty...
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Sunday, July 25th 2010, Extreme Writing Now went live with the inaugural episode of the Extreme Writing Now Network radio show on Blog Talk Radio. The show opened up a weekly broadcast that can be heard every Sunday at 6:30 EST (-5 GMT) at Extreme Writing Now Network. The weekly thirty minute show is...
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I have so many coffee stories that would be  good fits for this memoirs prompt, but not one of them would be worth a squat without this one… My grandmother lived alone in a tar shingle sided house atop one of the “mini-mountains” of the Foothills to the Appalachians  in southeastern Ohio. She tended...
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Just this morning, as I was drinking my coffee, the Today Show had a segment about kids drinking coffee. I laughed when it came on, and smiled at the memory that came rushing back. I was introduced to coffee at an early age. Everybody in my house drank coffee was I a kid. My...
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This is submitted for the Memoir Writing Groups prompt, . The best meal I ever had actually was in June of 2006, and began sometime well before it was served, even before getting that emergency phone call while stretching my legs in Venore Tennessee. But, I’ll start this little tale in Venore, an area...
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This is my second submission for this week’s Memoirs Group prompt, . Although I announced that my entry would be a tough one for me to write and post, I decided to keep it personal and submit a second entry that may not be much prettier as depressing images go. I will talk about...
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