My Millville Memories?
They come, they go. They appear from a word. A song on the radio or watching an old movie. I often forget what I had for dinner but I can remember a moment, a face (not necessarily a name) from 50 years ago. I produce this “semi-fictionalized-memoir” to save these memories before they blow away. I must admit that some are partly fiction because I made a few memories turn out the way I wished they had. My hope - perhaps others who read them will relive their wonderful, bright, dark, sad, and happy days of growing up. These memories remind me of how blessed I was to lived part of my journey in the time and place where I grew up. A small town. They are an unchronological compilation of yesterday's moments that made me who I am today. I sincerely believe that my life has been a wonderful life filled with great times and some harrowing events - I seem to be “incident prone” !
As for my profile of my early life: I hated submarine sandwiches, too soggy. I loved baseball. Played football but thought it was stupid. Broke my leg when I was three and it still hurts when it rains. I wore cordovan penny loafers with shinny new pennies in them with Lincoln's face up. Sometimes I went to church. I smoked my granddad’s pipe when I was ten and didn’t get sick. I hated Latin class. I hated diagramming sentences more than I hated Latin. Now that you know me a bit I invite you to keep reading my Blog as I journey through Millville Memories - I will post as one comes to me.
