About meredith


Worked in the computer industry since graduating from college in 1969. Retired in 2001. Did most things guys do when they retire. We moved out of our home of 27 years. Remodeled our retirement house. Briefly worked PT at a lumber yard. Built a barn for my tractors and other toys. Wired the barn. Ran out of things to do a couple of years ago. Started surfing the web. I found Story Space and some other sites like it. Decide to give writing a go.

I am married. It has been over forty years and still counting. I keep telling her I have to keep her because I'm too old to break in and train a new wife. We now live in the middle of a sixty acre woods.

Only bad thing right now is that we live in a very very Rural Area. No good High speed options are available here, just dial-up. So be patient with me when communicating. Also, don't be discourage if I don't add you as a friend right off. I need to know someone before adding them as to my list of friends.

In the past I've been a over the road semi-driver, printing press operator in a burlap bag factory, Radio DJ, work in a Drug Store, ran a broach at Dana, Stockmen at GE, worked PT at Sears during college

Likes: I really like tasteful B&W images the best. Kind of like Ansel Adams . Single malts and twizzlers. Not together though.

Dislikes: Exercising in a gym. I have too much to do here to drive 14 miles to the Y to work up a sweat. For now, here at Story Space, just a few. PNG files when JPEG's will do. Images that are unnecessarily large. 640 by 480 is more than adequate to convey an idea.

PS: That's not me in the Avatar. I'm old, but not that old.....

Relationship Status:
Southern Indiana, Indiana, United States
Local Time:
24 Apr 2017 09:07
Too many to mention here, but here are some. Carpentry, Wood Working, Hunting, Shooting, Civil War Re-enacting, Tinkering with Cars, Photography (I used to use D76 and Omega enlargers), rode a motorcycle for a while. I like Fishing (both fresh and salt), camping, canoeing, sometimes just going for a pointless drive-about is enjoyable.
Favorite Books:
Number One Pacific Island,
Fifteen Shards of Glass
My Aunt
The Last Flight
The Iron Brigade

See favorite authors list.
Favorite Authors:
Patrick McManus,
Shelby Foote,
Bill Watterson,
Douglas Adams,
P G Woodhouse,
Roger Welsch,
Agatha Christie.
Favorite Movies:
The Quiet Man,
High Noon,
Bad Day in Black Rock,
Citizen Kane,
Rear Window,
Young Frankenstein,
Stage Coach (1939),
Dr. Zhivago,
The Old Man and the Sea (1958),
Forbidden Planet,
The Magnificent Seven,
Cheyenne Social Club,
One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest,
To Catch a Thief,
Arsenic & Old Lace,
Blazing Saddles,
Duct Tape Forever,
The Bucket List,
The Gods Must Be Crazy,

Just name a few
Favourite TV Shows:
Top Gear,
Jeeves and Wooster,
Rumpole on the Bailey,
Red Green Show,
Barnwood Builders,
Are you Being Serve,
Last of the Summer Wine
Favorite Music:
Green Onions,
Bobby Horton,
Gettysburg Sound Track,
1st Brigade Band,
Last of the Mohicans,
Drums and Fife,
Celtic music,
Sea Sick Steve,
Sting's Album "Last Ship"

and now I'm into

Big Bands and Swing


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Dawn.   They stood like five sentinels around the fire.   They knew it was coming.   The band started to play.   “First Call!”   The rest of the company stirred.   Each man knowing his duty.   Accouterments donned.   Backpacks slung.   “Company Fall In!”   The men lined up.   “Right face! Forward March!”   The companies formed into a Regiment.   Then a Brigade. ...

Added 23 Apr 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 35 | 3 Comments

The girl on the train

1904 I can't see with this blindfold. It wasn't me. It must have been the girl! She did this. I met her on the train from Paris to Berlin. We talked. She smiled. She kissed me. She must have put it in my camera bag! “I'll see you in Berlin.” She left the compartment. They stopped me at the border. So many questions. The trial was quick. Canister of film? What plans? French...

Added 13 Apr 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 12 | Avg Score 4.92 | Views 128 | 11 Comments

The Lost Wish

The caravan made it to the last oasis before finally getting home. The trip by all accounts had been successful. After the camels had been bedded down and the men had finished their evening meal of mutton and couscous, they began to talk of finally making it home and what they expected from their homecomings. The graphic details were too much for the old man. He had lost his wife and sole...

Added 02 Mar 2017 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 180 | 11 Comments


“Aw Mom,” whines Jeremy. “Do I have to take history? I hate history.” “Yes, you must take it this term.” “But history always leaves...” Jeremy thinks, “a bad taste in my mouth.” “I know dear, but we all have to do some things that are unpleasant at times,” she explains. “Besides, it's required if you wish to graduate.” Reluctantly, Jeremy takes the educational capsule and swallows it...

Added 17 Sep 2016 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 21 | Avg Score 5 | Views 370 | 21 Comments

Routine Training Mission

Yogi and Casper had just taken off on a routine training flight. The weather wasn't perfect that day. Forecast for low lying cloud cover, but it would help in their training. The two fliers climbed to the designated altitude and formed up to begin their mission. A low level sortie this time, hugging the ground to avoid detection. Casper called to Yogi to verify the flight plan. ...

Added 16 Jun 2016 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 16 | Avg Score 5 | Views 488 | 16 Comments

Tiyo - Part III

Quenching his thirst from the kutuki, Omawnakw finishes his cup of water. “Sorry for the interrupting the story, but I was thirsty.” Slapping his hands down on his knees, “Now then. Where were we in the story?” “THE SNAKE! THE SNAKE! A large golden snake just hissed at Tiyo!” Kaiah said almost screaming. “Oh yes,” Omawnakw said with a smile. “Tiyo was in the house of the Snake-People.” ...

Added 15 May 2016 | Category General | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 357 | 9 Comments

Tiyo - Part II

Kaiah was trying not to show her boredom, but as it is with all youngsters, it was obvious to all. Omawnakw had finally finished the last of his kutuki. Brushing some of the residue from his hands and then wiping them on his leggings he said, “Delicious! Now where were we in the story?” Kaiah just looked at him and then said in the monotone voice only a bored 9 year-old could muster, “Tee...

Added 12 May 2016 | Category General | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 337 | 8 Comments

Tiyo - Part 1

Kaiah and Manci were just finishing up preparation for dinner. They had fixed a hearty squash soup with hominy corn and the rabbit for their guest, plus the fried bread for the meal. Manci also had a yucca sifter basket filled with kutuki, a Hopi parch corn dish, as a snack during the story telling time. She spread her finest rug on the floor for sitting . Just then the blanket...

Added 10 May 2016 | Category General | Votes 11 | Avg Score 4.91 | Views 608 | 9 Comments

Recommended Read Painting the Living Room

Lists. We all make them. Line items of things that need done, have to do's, want lists, tasks, chores, things to buy. Some people make lists on a scrap paper. I make mental lists. Contained within those lists are sub-lists and sub-sequential lists and line items. Each in a precise order of priority and importance. Like, if my wife wants me to paint the living room. Simple enough task. ...

Added 02 Mar 2016 | Category Humor | Votes 19 | Avg Score 4.95 | Views 660 | 19 Comments


“Momma,” 9-year-old Kaiah asks, “When I'm done grinding the corn, can I go over to Shumana's to visit before dinner?” Manci looks over at her daughter and shakes her head. “No my dear. It's no time for a little girl to be out after dark.” “But why?” was the immediate response. “You know perfecting well why. Tonight is Kyaamuya.” Her mother reminded her. “ It is a sacred time . The night...

Added 17 Jan 2016 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 17 | Avg Score 5 | Views 437 | 20 Comments

Stories Coauthored By meredith

The Feast of All Saints

Except for the guards at the lobby, I was the only one in the building working. All lights were off. The only lights are on my working area. Coffee at my side as I busied myself on the financial reports. They were needed within two days time for the stockholders meeting. All my attentions were focused on the white screen of the computer. When all of a sudden, it felt chilly and the scent...

Added 04 Nov 2016 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 380 | 13 Comments

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Posted: 23 Apr 2017 18:54
I do miss this. Going north this summer, so it will have to wait until next year to see it again.
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Enjoying the weekend I hope
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View of Fairbanks, from 93,000 feet in the air.

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Let's eat Parekoy :)

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Some breeds are more majestic than others.

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This is where it all started :p

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Posted: 13 Apr 2017 00:08
Lovely photo James, thank you. Don't tell me it's a recent picture and you're still getting snowed upon!
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