Simpler Times – A Personal Memoir Simpler Times–A Memoir is a vivid, nostalgic, and intimate memoir of my growing up in the early 50s. While the story takes place in the Village of Island Park in Minnesota, it will remind all who grew up in rural America the joys of being a kid, the awe and love we had for friends and family, and grand adventure limited by only our imaginations.
Simpler Times is filled with reflections of goodness, innocence, and all too often misguided play. My personal tales return you to a time and place that you cherish and are intrinsically and forever linked, and to which you wish you could return. Included are humorous tales about hide and seek, snowball fights, family pets, wildlife rescue, and the discovery of the opposite sex. My NEW book will make you smile, laugh, rejoice, and possibly bring you to tears. It may lift the fog of a fading memory of a grandparent long gone, or remind you of an important life lesson taught by a parent, special teacher, or scout leader. It is my hope that my personal memoir will inspire you to share your life story and family's history with your children and grandchildren, whether it be in person or by pen. Some say Simpler Times–A Memoir may represent my best work yet.
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I can't count the number of times I've heard others say, "I wish I would have asked more questions while Grandma was still around," or "I'll bet Grandpa could tell some stories."  Larry, Me, & Sandy We owe it to our children to record what life was like in our early years. Those times are gone never to be repeated. Consider the changes that have taken place during your lifetime. For me, I went from vacuum tubes in radios, to television, the internet, and men actually on the moon's surface. My grandparents were working the land with horses, and they saw the industrial revolution as it was taking place. Now imagine the stories you can leave for your children and your grandchildren. Amazing stories from a time they can only read about.
As I began on this writing journey, I was challenged with a need to weave stories I wrote to my mother many years ago, with recent memories brought alive through enlightening circumstances in the years since her death.  When I was three we moved from city life to a land filled with mosquitoes, outhouses, and no running water. My younger years growing up in that wonderful place were formative in building my character and of immense value to my years as an adult. It wasn't until I joined the U.S. Navy that I realized how special my life had been. I felt the need to thank my parents for that gift, so I began writing special stories and snippets from my boyhood, sharing them, then filing them away. My mother got real joy in reading those stories.
With the passing of time, memories become your life, and circumstance often unlocks a long-forgotten scene from the past. The heat of a summer day, the raucous call of the Blue Jay, common things, everyday things unfolding in a way that jogs a memory from long ago. These are the things that fill me with joy. |
AuthorAt seventy-seven, I’m at the beginning of a new chapter in a life filled with blessings from above, adventure, love of family, and kinships reaching into the heavens and to God himself. —AND— I love to tell a story. Archives
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