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Slice of Memory
Friday, August 16, 2013
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As a child, I was beat for my wrong doings and for my sisters' wrong doings. I never realized that I was abused... I just accepted myself as a failure. ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Friday, August 16, 2013, 10:17:00 PM
- updated: Friday, August 16, 2013 10:33:00 PM
Ghostbusters
Monday, November 01, 2004 to Friday, October 31, 2014
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GHOSTBUSTERS …If there’s something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? If there’s something weird and it don’t look good, who you gonna call?…Ghostbusters. In the middle of the night my wife, Karen, heard a loud bump. She awoke to see a ghostly figure of a man standing next to the staircase. He was wearing a biker’s outfit with a yellow bandanna wrapped around his head. “Tom,” she shouted, waking me up. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “There is a man standing next to the stairs,” she gasped. ...continued...
- By: Thomas Hay
- Sunday, November 09, 2014, 11:58:00 AM
- updated: Sunday, November 09, 2014 12:03:00 PM
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Ghostbusters
Boo!
great grannies
Tuesday, April 01, 1975 to Monday, April 01, 1985
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The happiest times were always out at my great grannies . ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Friday, April 24, 2015, 2:03:00 AM
- updated: Friday, April 24, 2015 2:10:00 AM
A view from the eyes of a 100 Pound Catfish living in the Missouri River
Thursday, January 01, 2004 to Tuesday, December 31, 2013
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The catfish in my photo weighed over (100) pounds and was at least 40 years old. (I didn¹t catch it but I know who did and they let me borrow the big fish for this picture.) When you¹re having a bad day think of this big Blue Cat¹s degree of dullness. Day after day searching for food hoping not to find a hook attached, only able to see an inch or so in front of your face and about all to look forward too would be periodic mating. I¹m not even sure how much fun that would be considering you couldn¹t see the stranger you¹re hooking up with and ...continued...
- By: Rolland Love
- Friday, October 21, 2011, 7:20:00 PM
- updated: Friday, July 18, 2014 1:06:00 PM
boyfriend requirement list
Monday, June 23, 1986 to Sunday, June 30, 2002
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Tall Cute Muslim Great English Confident Not skinny Working Great prospects <span style="color:# ...continued...
- By: abayomi tahir
- Sunday, August 05, 2012, 9:08:00 AM
- updated: Sunday, August 05, 2012 10:52:00 AM
the first years
Monday, May 02, 2016 to Thursday, May 12, 2016
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Our story Our family is a small and new family, whom has been thru a lot. Mother: Kelly, Son: Tony, and Father: Val. Family's Past history. Kelly and Val meet years ago. And moved onto a Tiny boat together 50sq ft trimaran. As time went on they lived on a number of small boats trying to find something that fit them. Presented with a job offer and good life in HI they moved onto a 75' yatch, that was well equipped for the trip to HI. Then Kelly got pregnant, when she was about 6 months along during the move, About 150 miles out to sea the frame of the boat started to brake due to poor ...continued...
- By: valery tozer
- Thursday, May 12, 2016, 4:41:00 AM
- updated: Thursday, May 12, 2016 5:09:00 AM
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our first boat
our first boat
Jesus' Return
Wednesday, October 15, 2014 to Saturday, October 25, 2014
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This is taken from my first devotional book, Daily Walk with Jesus available on Amazon.com. Jesus’ Return Galatians 1:4 “Who gave Himself for our sins, that He might deliver us out of this present evil age according to the will of our God and Father.” As the day of Jesus’ appearing in the sky draws nearer, we see a more definable difference in those who truly have Jesus as their Lord, and those who don’t. For those who have put their faith and trust in Jesus, there is special protection in this scripture even in calamity and a promise of delive ...continued...
- By: Sally Jadlow
- Friday, November 18, 2011, 7:16:00 PM
- updated: Saturday, October 25, 2014 4:19:00 PM
Beginning of Catastrophic Connections
Tuesday, March 01, 2005 to Saturday, February 28, 2015
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~~In the Nighttime To the individual working in near darkness, the place felt like a basement at midnight, illuminated only by a dim light bulb at the top of the stairway. No. Better. It felt like a mortuary in the middle of the night, the perfectionist mortician preparing a corpse for a starring role at its own funeral. An undertaker is an artist, after all, who must exult in the unveiling of the handiwork—or creative artwork—as gawkers pass by the open casket. The lone figure’s grin appeared as grotesque as the thoughts in its wearer’s head, illuminated as it wa ...continued...
- By: Joyce Brown
- Sunday, March 29, 2015, 3:22:00 PM
- updated: Sunday, March 29, 2015 3:28:00 PM
My earliest recollections
Friday, November 01, 1974 to Thursday, November 01, 1984
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Digging through the anals of my mind takes a great deal of concentration and somewhat frustration....every time its always the same, happy memories, where are you? I think my most fond memories as a child were probably playing with our huge great dane who was such a clumsy clut, but so loving and harmless that like any of us just yearned for some attention and you would have him doing any tricks you desired. He was my horse! Most kids got bicycles to learn to ride, pedalling and balancing, but I had man’s best friend who would let me climb on his back, wrapping my legs ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Sunday, November 30, 2014, 1:56:00 PM
- updated: Sunday, November 30, 2014 2:13:00 PM
👀 WRITE LIFE STORIES and SELL MORE BOOKS
Monday, November 01, 2004 to Friday, October 31, 2014
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👀 WRITE LIFE STORIES and SELL MORE BOOKS Five years ago after attending one of my book signings and a Lewis & Clark monologue presentation an administrator at Johnson Country Library, Overland Park, Kansas suggested I create a workshop that would assist those who wanted to write their life story. Since the launch of that program I have made over (50) presentations to a variety of organizations. One that added a new dimension to my effort occurred when I encountered a class of (80) 3rd grade students at an elementary school in Kansas City, Kansas. At the end of the c ...continued...
- By: Rolland Love
- Saturday, July 05, 2014, 7:51:00 PM
- updated: Tuesday, August 29, 2017 3:07:00 PM
Slice of Memory
Tuesday, January 09, 2018
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Today I meet him accidentally, he look at me and I look at him also... But I tried to regain myself and talk to other person... So that I can move on and forget that he played my feelings... Now I'm writing this as part of my memory... I know memory hurts but time will heal everything... ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Saturday, January 06, 2018, 11:49:00 AM
- updated: Monday, January 08, 2018 10:26:00 AM
The Scent of Memories by Karen Goodson
Wednesday, March 23, 1955 to Tuesday, March 23, 1965
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It must have been the wet rainy day that drove me to my cleaning frenzy. “Time to clean out the closets”, I thought to myself. After all, the holidays are quickly approaching and the house will be full of out of town guests! Little did I know that my cluttered closets would open the doors to so many memories tucked away. Amidst the boxes of papers and old framed pictures was a box of various trinkets, cards and perfumes from my mother. Sighing, I remembered this would be the ninth winter without her. I picked up the nearly dried ...continued...
- By: Karen Goodson
- Friday, February 10, 2012, 7:49:00 PM
- updated: Saturday, February 11, 2012 10:52:00 AM
First 10 Years
Saturday, July 14, 1984 to Thursday, July 14, 1994
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I was born into a world that was unfit and hopeless. My first memory is of me in my grandmother picking berries in the field. I was the first child born to my mother and was the least important thing in her life. She met a guy and start having kids by him but I didn't like him. he use to call me dumb and stupid and beat the shit out of my mom. I tried to help her but i would get thrown like a feather. One night he decided to teach me a lesson. my mom had went to bed and on his way to the bath room he would slip in to my bedroom to play a game called " don't tell mommy& ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Tuesday, August 21, 2012, 10:45:00 PM
- updated: Tuesday, August 21, 2012 11:04:00 PM
Ispingo-Tiputino-Tambococha
Wednesday, August 06, 2014 to Saturday, August 16, 2014
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{This article was written in 2007, a year before the collapse of global capitalism. Los Afectados first appeared in the Kansas City Star.} The beginning The oil field is named Ispingo-Tiputino-Tambococha, a Quechua word. Quechua was the language spoken by the people that lived in the region now called Ecuador, long before the Spaniards arrived in search for gold, glory and God. The Spaniards that trudged up the Andes Mountains in the 16th century were not the effete from the court of King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella, but hardened peasants in search of th ...continued...
- By: walter winch
- Saturday, August 16, 2014, 12:01:00 PM
- updated: Saturday, August 16, 2014 12:22:00 PM
Off the Pole - Time to Reflect
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
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We made it. Hardest thing I have ever done in my life by a long shot. The four of us were reached the Pole in record time for a two degree dog sled team. Overall about 200 miles (lots of east and west). We pushed hard at the end and went 48 hours with an hour sleep. Our guides deserve the glory. Rock stars of human beings. Mark and I spent a lot of time talking about things on the trail. There are hundreds of hours of time to reflect. I hope this post is not too sappy but its from the heart. Both Mark and I talked about this alot. We both agree. As we stood at the North Pole and thoug ...continued...
- By: Mike Ketchmark
- Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:02:00 PM
- updated: Wednesday, April 23, 2014 9:44:00 PM