The Halloween season was full upon us when my stepdaughter asked me to take her and one of her friends to one of the local haunted attractions. Now my background in planning and executing my own haunted house left me kind of jaded and I rarely ever visite...
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Submissions to this category are generally told in the first person and cover personal reflection, autobiographies and memories of the past.
Rather than focusing on factual accounts, memoirs are more a recollection of moments in time that were either vivid or unique to the author.
Number 10
loving petsEpilogue to “Cedar Boxes” Once again, for the last time, we await the return of Cedar Box #10. Just a simple rectangular wooden box full of ashes and an interlocking lid with a brass plate on top bearing a name. "Gimley." I guess it is a headstone of sort...
The night was beautiful No bright moon A peaceful darkness Head pounding like thunder The storm grew She would suffer alone No one to hold her Till the storm passes Fighting a rage within Never to tell her secret She knew and was ashamed She was alone and...
Saturday Afternoons at the Opera
A reflection on how my father's taste in music was passed downThe other day I was doing some work in the kitchen, fixing up the caulking behind the sink. As I often do when I’m doing stuff in that room, I put the radio on to CBC Radio 2. It being a Saturday afternoon, opera poured out into the room. I don’t even kno...
An Awakening in Valentine
Revelations while on holiday in ArizonaPreface This story is about a trip I took in March 2020. For many reasons, I consider it the most exciting vacation I have ever taken. Every day was busy from early morning to late at night. I got to visit places such as the Grand Canyon and Zion Nation...
Hand In My Pocket
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.March 1995 — Kenya A Fateful Decision I’d been in Africa for nine weeks; two very eventful months. In that relatively short time, I’d already undergone a multitude of emotions, enjoying some incredible highlights and experiencing a range of unfortunate es...
The Little Survivor
Hugo is his middle nameVictor's first act of survival was completed out of sight of his forever family. It must have happened sometime during the year or so he had been alive. But that history was lost in the mists of time. Puppy time is mistier than people's time. In any case,...
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Two dogs. A rabbit. Four cats. Two parakeets. Nine cedar boxes filled with the life’s ashes of our fur and feathered family for over the last 40+ years. We are down to just one now. Gimley the cat came to us some seven years ago. He was a feral cat who wa...
The Spirit of the Bayonet Fighter
“What is the spirit of the bayonet fighter? To kill, to kill, with cold, cold steel”Back in 1961, I heard on the radio that Kennedy had sent 500 US Special Forces and military advisors to a place called Vietnam. I was just starting high school at the time. It was the first time I remember hearing about that country. We also had a war g...
The Treasure Chest
It was a case of “love at second sight”.Our “mamad” (a protected room in an apartment constructed with reinforced concrete to withstand anything but a direct impact from a conventional projectile) doubles as a TV room and contains bookshelves and a work niche. On the second shelf above the desk...
Going to the Pictures Part one
Young delight brought to a wartime haltAt 1.00 am on the 6th May 1941 a German bomb made a direct hit on the Apollo Picture House, reducing it to rubble. On hearing the news, I, just turned seven, cried all that day. Not the Apollo, where my visions of life, truth, or fantasy, were just coming...
Anonymous
Early respect
A parade of olive green made an impressionI was maybe four? Fifty-plus years later, the images remain distinct. Between my parents on the front seat of their Oldsmobile, I stood mesmerized by the convoy of passing U.S. Army vehicles. There must have been at least 100 of the olive green Jeeps, tan...
The Wild Irises Were in Bloom
Welcome to camp. Now let's get it done.The wild irises are blooming in the woodlands as you follow your compass bearings while orienteering. Don't lose your way. Not today. You can do this. The day is lovely. The end of spring. Summer is soon here. Enjoy the beauty of the riparian landscape. ...
Anonymous
Childhood Experience
Great ArtistI was a girl in the first grade. My teacher had me stand before an easel with a blank paper. I told her I did not know what to draw and she said draw anything I had seen recently. So I drew a "Picasso" style picture of a naked lady. Recently my family...