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First Camping Trip
Friday, January 10, 2014
  • My First Ozark Mountains Camping Trip by ROLLAND LOVE http://ozarkstories.com I was eight years old the first time I camped in the Ozark Mountains. Dad and I pitched our tent on a gravel bar on the Jacks Fork River. For dinner that evening, we ate fried squirrel and corn on the cob from Mom’s garden. I sat by the firelight and dreamed about the big fish I would catch the next day as red and yellow flames cast shadows that danced like ghosts at the edge of darkness. The full moon and so many stars made the sky look like a silve ...continued...

  • By: Rolland   Love
  • Friday, January 10, 2014, 1:44:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, January 12, 2014 10:59:00 AM
Longyearbyen
Tuesday, April 01, 2014
  • North Pole ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Tuesday, April 01, 2014 8:12:00 AM
Small open lead
Monday, April 07, 2014
  • North Pole ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Monday, April 07, 2014 5:06:00 PM
Sleeping on a Coffin
Wednesday, January 01, 1941 to Tuesday, January 01, 1946
  • One day in 41, Pop & Mom bought a house at 683 W 11th which would be my home for the next 15 years. How they moved, I have no idea but I think I was in school at the time and was told to come to the new house when I got through with school. This house had more memories for me than Mt Pleasant and it had 4 bedrooms, but with Pop & Mom in one, girls in another and Bill alone in the small baby one, that left 5 of us sleeping somewhere, and I can't recall, but who cared. Later on, I had my own sleeping area - Mom had a big chest that she kept extra blankets etc. ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Thursday, November 17, 2011, 10:23:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, November 17, 2011 12:24:00 PM
flying the coup1
Sunday, June 23, 2002 to Monday, December 31, 2012
  • As dad reversed mom came flying down wit a bag of snacks for the road. She gave it to me; we said our goodbyes and the journey began. A journey started with fear uncertainty and indecision How rude of me I didn’t introduce myself I’m Yasmin recently turned eighteen and right now on my way to my probable school of higher lea ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Sunday, August 05, 2012, 9:08:00 AM
  • updated: Sunday, August 05, 2012 10:45:00 AM
A Life-Long Debtor
Tuesday, August 26, 2014 to Friday, September 05, 2014
  • Kansas 1886 Jason Cahill sat in front of his stone fireplace on a bitter cold January night, a medical book in his hands. But every few minutes he would glance up at the clock on the mantel. A minute later he looked sideways at the front door. “What is taking so long?” he murmured. At almost the same time he had spoken these words, there was a loud rap on the door. Jason stood up quickly and unlocked it. Outside, a full moon at their backs, two tall men in ankle-length coats and Stetsons waited. Between them they carried something long and heavy, concealed in a canvas bag. ...continued...

  • By: walter  winch
  • Friday, September 05, 2014, 7:31:00 AM
  • updated: Friday, September 05, 2014 7:39:00 AM
My Grandfather
Friday, October 11, 1968 to Sunday, September 24, 2006
  • The Qualities of Someone I Admire: My Grandfather Although I admire several people in my world, there is one man that stands out above all the rest and shines bright in my eyes. I have known him all my life and he was always a constant for me. His nickname for years was Smiley. You may think that was because he smiled all the time, but this was not the case. In fact, he rarely had a smile on his face for as long as I can remember. This man had a very hard life. He was born in 1918 to a very poor ...continued...

  • By: Fawn   Smith
  • Tuesday, July 17, 2012, 1:45:00 PM
  • updated: Tuesday, July 17, 2012 3:28:00 PM
Saturday, May 26, 2007 to Wednesday, June 06, 2007
  • THIS IS MY LIFE STORY <p ...continued...

  • By: FUSHONIA  ARTIS
  • Thursday, January 31, 2013, 11:48:00 AM
  • updated: Friday, April 26, 2013 11:40:00 AM
SAD The Life Story Was Not Started Earlier
Sunday, February 12, 2012
  • As Mark Twain once said, “there has never been an uninteresting life.” Hi Rolland,
Wanted to let you know that I have gotten your cousin Wave started writing her life story. I just have a few pages going but that is a start, isn't it? I thought I would send them to you when I get further along, this way you can tell me if ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Friday, October 21, 2011, 7:20:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, February 11, 2012 5:19:00 PM
The Life & Goodtimes of Dewayne Knott-the First Hundred Years
Saturday, May 11, 1946 to Friday, May 11, 2046
  • WHAT WOULD MARTIN THINK? Martin Luther King Day Northern Iraq 2004 Attending a celebration service recognizing the birth and accomplishments of Dr. King is not altogether unusual on a day set aside as a holiday in memory of the man and his impact on the future fabric of our nation. What makes this year’s attendance unusual is that I’m in Iraq. I’m deployed to the northern-most airfield in Free Iraq. As a member of a medical unit assigned to Freedom Air Base, ...continued...

  • By: Dewayne  Knott
  • Tuesday, November 29, 2011, 10:18:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, March 23, 2012 2:35:00 PM
Where Things Live
Thursday, April 10, 2014
  • In order to prepare for this trip Mark and I went to a 3 day shakedown camp with the guides in January. We spent two nights in a tent at minus 20 Fahrenheit. The guides talked about knowing where all of your gear is at all times. They would say for example to keep your lighter in the same pocket and if you need it, it is there. And as soon as you are done put it back because it lives there. This is crucial in the arctic because we have limited space and you need to keep track of your gear. Too much energy is spent looking for something and if you are freezing you need it right away. Anyone ...continued...

  • By: Mike  Ketchmark
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:02:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, April 23, 2014 9:52:00 PM
What prompted me to write God's Little Miracle Book I & II
Sunday, April 18, 2010 to Friday, November 18, 2011
  • As I go about my occupation as a corporate chaplain, I hear the heart of people. So many folks seem discouraged. When they have a need, Jesus seems the last place to turn. Others seem to have no concept of the Living God who intervenes in situations when invited in. While I prayed about how to be an encouragement, I remembered how God had met me many times in the past. I made a list and came up with about twenty stories. Each week I'd write one and take it to my critique group to get their input and feedback. Before long, I had twenty-seven stories--enough for a small book. Dan ...continued...

  • By: Sally  Jadlow
  • Friday, November 18, 2011, 7:16:00 PM
  • updated: Monday, July 28, 2014 12:14:00 PM
About The Title Of This Book
Thursday, April 29, 1937
  • The title of my life story is "I Started Out As A Small Boy". Most readers will wonder "What is up with this dude choosing a stupid title such as this?" Well, I have to admit that it is hardly a unique beginning. I suspect that of the approximate 7 billion people people inhabiting planet earth at this moment, about 3.5 billion of them may have started out the same way. But then again, every story must start somewhere and I am convinced that mine started on April 29, 1937 in the Larned Kansas "Hospital". I put Hospital in qu ...continued...

  • By: Lynne  Sieverling
  • Wednesday, November 23, 2011, 1:24:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, November 23, 2011 2:57:00 PM
Buying Stuff
Thursday, December 06, 2012 to Friday, December 07, 2012
  • Buying Stuff Presented @ a KC Writers Group Reader Function I enrolled in a comedy writing class at UMKC in Kansas City a couple of years ago and this is a version of my script that was broadcast on a local radio station. Writing comedy is a difficult venue. I say that in case you don’t think what have composed is funny. Today I’m going to tal ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Friday, October 21, 2011, 7:20:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, July 10, 2014 4:47:00 PM
Slice of Memory
Saturday, January 01, 1966 to Sunday, January 01, 1967
  • Chicken or Dare I have a history with chickens. Not a good history either. As a matter of fact, the appearance of a leg of chicken on my plate brings me flashbacks of a long ago visit to my great grandmother’s farm during one of our frequent trips to Smithville to visit. We called our great grandmother Ganny. Her real name was Zelma Lizzie Christine Franz Kunkel. My older cousin inspired the name Ganny since he was the oldest of our generation. There wasn’t anything magical abo ...continued...

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