I decided to start a page of actual memoir. Although all of my writings have a hint of memoir, this page will be stories that happened to me to the best of my memory. At some point I’ll insert actual photographs of me, friends and family in here, but right now they’re all in an old trunk and I’m in the middle of writing a mystery.
Circa about 1958. I’d love to have an actual picture of that grave. Maybe when I go up to Lily Dale, I’ll stop by Bradford and see if it’s still there.
This story was published once.
Circa 1966. Those really were the days, in spite of what Archie Bunker might have said. Anyone who has some pictures of those times and wants to add them, please send them along.
This story has been published twice, once in this anthology:
I’ve got a picture of Jim’s truck somewhere, but this one looks a lot like it. I’ll put up the pictures of Willie Dee I and II also at some point. I found several grammatical errors, but wanted to post it because I love the story. I’ll fix those later. Let me know what you think.