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Sleeping on a Coffin
Wednesday, January 01, 1941 to Tuesday, January 01, 1946
  • One day in 41, Pop & Mom bought a house at 683 W 11th which would be my home for the next 15 years. How they moved, I have no idea but I think I was in school at the time and was told to come to the new house when I got through with school. This house had more memories for me than Mt Pleasant and it had 4 bedrooms, but with Pop & Mom in one, girls in another and Bill alone in the small baby one, that left 5 of us sleeping somewhere, and I can't recall, but who cared. Later on, I had my own sleeping area - Mom had a big chest that she kept extra blankets etc. ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Thursday, November 17, 2011, 10:23:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, November 17, 2011 12:24:00 PM
Camp Life - Part 2
Tuesday, April 08, 2014
  • North Pole ...continued...

  • By: Mike  Ketchmark
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:02:00 PM
  • updated: Tuesday, April 08, 2014 2:54:00 PM
Cultural Competence
Thursday, April 13, 2017 to Sunday, April 23, 2017
  • Cultural competence has a great deal of meaning to me especially after taking this class. I define cultural competence by having the ability to be cultural aware of the differences of other cultures than of your own. It has a major impact on health care in our country because there are so many different groups and cultures of other people besides your own. I feel one is an ideal health care provider when they continually educate themselves on how to be culturally competent and understanding of others. I feel being culturally competent means making sure a patient you are working with understand ...continued...

  • By: Ellen  Morrell
  • Saturday, February 04, 2017, 12:48:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, April 23, 2017 9:18:00 PM
The Ways the Cookies Crumble
Tuesday, November 01, 2005 to Saturday, October 31, 2015
  • I set my briefcase on my gritty kitchen counter and traced the raised gold lettering on the thick ivory card. “You are Invited to a Holiday Cookie Party,” the note read. The invitation was from a fascinating, creative, high–powered executive I had met several months ago. I was surprised and thrilled that she had invited me to such a gathering. Each woman would bring a batch of home-baked cookies, she wrote. We would then get to sample all the cookies and bring a bag of treats home to our families. I adored the idea of getting to bring my teenage dau ...continued...

  • By: Deborah   Shouse
  • Sunday, November 15, 2015, 6:22:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, November 15, 2015 7:00:00 PM
Slice of Memory
Thursday, January 11, 2018
  • Ngayong araw nag chat kaming dalawa sa messenger... Maybe my second chance na mangyayari... Pero I'm not expecting kung meron kasi alam kong masasaktan lang ako ulit... I will not mess anything right now... ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Saturday, January 06, 2018, 11:49:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, January 11, 2018 9:22:00 AM
Saturday, March 29, 2014
  • Arrived in Stockholm Sweden last night, resetting our body clocks is difficult. Did a gear check and discovered some things we still needed. Asked the hotel for directions to the best outdoor equipment store. Was told it was a short 35 min walk away. Got there and it was pretty much a GAP store with coats. Good news is we wandered around a bit and found the best glove store in the world. Nothing but wall to wall gloves. Heading to Longyearbyen in the morning. ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, March 30, 2014 3:36:00 AM
Friday, January 16, 2015 to Monday, January 26, 2015
  • Well you guys already know who i am but anyways, i'm gonna talk about me for awhile. This last summer before school, I had surgery on my chest because I was born with a dent in my chest. The doctors kept on telling me that there was nothing wrong with me but my mom and I kept going to the doctors. We finally told them that we would like to see a specialist. So we did see one and he said that my dent is severe. Severe would mean My chest was pushing my heart and lungs to eachother and thats why my chest was always hurting. He also said I should do the surgery, at first i d ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Sunday, January 25, 2015, 7:31:00 PM
  • updated: Tuesday, January 27, 2015 10:07:00 PM
How I changed from English to Irish during three rugby matches
Friday, October 01, 1965 to Wednesday, October 01, 1975
  • My metamorphosis from English man to Irish man took place between the ages of 10 and 14. In the early 1960s, my father brought me to my first England v Ireland rugby match in London. I was then supporting England but I didn’t mind if Ireland won because I did not want my father to be unhappy. It was a magnificent experience, one which has left an indelible impression on me. Our seats, which were just in front of the touchline, were positioned a couple of feet below the level of the pitch; as a result, whenever play came near, the players seemed like giants, except for the English r ...continued...

  • By: Daniel M  Doyle
  • Monday, August 11, 2014, 5:49:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, October 15, 2015 6:11:00 AM
The Snapping Turtle
Thursday, April 09, 2015 to Sunday, April 19, 2015
  • I had an interesting event while out looking for the horses. First I went up by the pond to see if they'd gone that way. A spring on the topside makes a large mud puddle that's in the path. I thought I saw a large rock, but then it moved. Ha. A large snapping turtle more like it. So I pulled up next to it to get a better look. Then it crawled underneath the 4-wheeler. I didn't want to run over it, so thought I'd just wait until it crawled back out the other side. Well of course it can't be that simple. Turbo saw it and decided to bark at it. And then it decided right there ...continued...

  • By: Madison  Woods
  • Sunday, April 19, 2015, 7:48:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, April 19, 2015 7:53:00 PM
Backyard Barn
Monday, November 14, 1938 to Sunday, November 14, 1943
  • One summer we (Bill & Jim with us littler one's carrying the nails) built a addition to the barn, it was 3 stories high with 3 different floors. We thought it was quite sturdy but one day Pop went up to the top, he jumped up and down a few times and said it wasn't sturdy enough and had to be torn down, which we (they) did. One day we (I'm sure it was the older kids) took one- of Pop's cigarette packs and went out to the barn to smoke it. The neighbor lady saw all the smoke coming from the barn and she came out with a pail of water to put out the ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Thursday, November 17, 2011, 10:23:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, November 17, 2011 12:14:00 PM
me and my scattered memories and thoughts
Saturday, July 27, 1974 to Friday, July 27, 2012
  • Why does it go through my mind in slow motion? All the memories. Things that were kept tightly sealed ia my imaginary box and put away in my imaginery closet. Trying to keep busy in order not to think, not to remember. But it doesnt help. Dont´t get me wrong they are all not bad memories. Alot of them are good ones but for some reason the bad ones are easier to remember. On my way to work I thought I was running late but as usual i am on time. All my l ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Thursday, May 03, 2012, 11:13:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, May 03, 2012 12:05:00 PM
The Scent of Memories by Karen Goodson
Wednesday, March 23, 1955 to Tuesday, March 23, 1965
  • 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
Slice of Memory
Monday, July 01, 1996 to Saturday, July 01, 2006
  • I'm disabled and live on a low monthly fixed income!Life has never been easy for me as it still isn't!I do the best i can with what little i have!In 2006 was the worst year of my life because i was thrown from the back of a truck and in the hospital for 3 months in a coma with several broke bones,punctured lungs,heart stopped twice,given 6 pints of blood,lip was ripped off and jaw crushed,i had to have reconstruction of my face!I had to learn to eat,walk,and talk again.Leaving the hospital i asked where my youngest brother was and was told that he was locked up facing a death penalty for murde ...continued...

  • By: Lisa  McCullough
  • Saturday, July 16, 2016, 2:09:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, July 24, 2016 4:58:00 PM
Floating The Jacks Fork River
Saturday, October 11, 2014 to Tuesday, October 21, 2014
  • SLICK MOSS COVERED ROCKS A 24 MILE JACKS FORK FLOATING AND CANOE DRAGGING RIVER TRIP It would be IMPOSSIBLE to describe the (grueling) 24 mile (4) day float trip on the Jacks Fork River in the Missouri Ozarks that my guide Mike Overmyer and I endured thinking that around every bend in the river us having to get out of the canoe and drag it over slick moss covered rocks through shallow water as we stumbled along at the pace of a couple injured water buffalo. Periodically I looked down river where the sunshine glistened on the shallow rippling water and s ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Tuesday, October 21, 2014, 3:54:00 PM
  • updated: Tuesday, August 29, 2017 3:05:00 PM
Tuesday, April 01, 1975 to Monday, April 01, 1985
  • One of the most vivid memories I can remember is a time when my mom, brother and I were sitting in the living room of our one bedroom house, in Salinas Caifornia. I'm not exactly sure what we were doing at the exact moment when we all heard the very loud knocking at the door. Followed by a very loud voice that said "this is the police, we have a search warrant open the door ". My mom was in shock and wasn't sure what to do. MY dad had told her not to open the door. My dad was quick in his actions and had come running in the house 5 minutes before the loud banging on the door. He had ran to the ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Thursday, April 09, 2015, 1:18:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, April 09, 2015 2:01:00 AM

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