perchie.girl
RIP 1953-2021
Wish we had a "blushing" thingy.Thanks, guys, but these are all just a hodge-podge of memories and little things that happen along the way as I walk through life. Nothing cohesive to base a book on, so I'll keep doing what I do - putting family stories in the appropriate "Treasure Boxes" for the kids to enjoy when I'm not here anymore and posting a few here as they occur to me.![]()
The true writers of all of these stories are my family - Ma and Dad, siblings Linda, Lori, Ron and Bev, and of course my kids and grandkids. The real credit goes to my dad. I think I've mentioned before that I had a stuttering problem, and I'd get so frustrated! I always felt that folks were either tuning me out halfway through what I wanted to say or wanting desperately to finish my sentences for me. Finally Dad told me to write down things I wanted to share. He said that what I had to say was important to him, and he promised that if I wrote it, he would read it. Every word. And he did. Soon he had me reading what I'd written to him, and as long as I was reading it the stuttering wasn't as noticible. So thanks, Dad!
But Blooie... You can relate them as they happened to you from your point of view... This makes the story from you. Truely from you.
I have a series of short stories that could only be labled "Tales from a Bar Fly" picture a fly sitting on the wall of a pub or local watering hole. None of those stories were anything but observations on my part... some were pretty dang funny too.
I have some from my dad and some about my dad and family members too. "Life With Father" has been taken

I have some from my horse years.... "Life with horses" Or Riding with horses.... Or better yet "Things horses have taught me" Even better "Things Critters have taught me" That would cover horses, birds, cats, dogs, fish, Turtles, snakes, and even a Guinea pig or sixty.
Lol my first pedt was .... a gold fish... I was about three and a half. Mom was always recovering it from my suit case. I would catch it and lock it in my suitcase and take it for a walk.... she would open the case and there he would be bug eyed and gasping for breath... I would get scolded and she would put him back. I think I learned that moms giggle behind the scolds on that one... and I kept doing it.
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