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Always morning ... or evening
Tuesday, April 08, 2014
  • North Pole ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Tuesday, April 08, 2014 9:22:00 AM
Departure Looms
Thursday, April 03, 2014
  • North Pole ...continued...

  • By: Mike  Ketchmark
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:02:00 PM
  • updated: Thursday, April 03, 2014 10:51:00 AM
Getting Home
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
  • Updates have been a tad delayed recently due to some crazy schedules experienced once we reached the pole. To be honest, the pole was literally just another point in the snow just like all the millions of other points we passed by the last few weeks. Due to the drifting ice and natural wobble of the earth, the point is very fleeting on any GPS, you have to chase the drift and wobble to remain on it. But for a moment, we were able to walk around the planet and experience every time zone. In a matter of moments I was in the past, present and future, the quickest pe ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Sunday, April 20, 2014 12:14:00 PM
THE GREEN BOX by Karen Goodson
Tuesday, March 23, 1993
  • There are moments in your life, as you look back, you can say “That was it! That was a pivotal moment!” For me it was my fathers’ Green Box. My father was the patriarch of our family. A depression baby raised in rural Missouri, the city boy just could not adapt to the slow pace of grazing cows, plowing corn and balancing on the railroad tracks. The city called to him so deeply that at the age of 14 he ran away. Kansas City had all the draw a young country boy could possibly imagine. Yet his naivety wa ...continued...

  • By: Karen  Goodson
  • Friday, February 10, 2012, 7:49:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, February 11, 2012 10:51:00 AM
Sunny The Goose Addled Dog
Thursday, December 28, 1939 to Wednesday, December 28, 1949
  • One summer afternoon when i was about (10) years old, I sat on the bank of the farm pond, daydreaming and listening to a red winged blackbird sing. While Dad fixed the door of the corncrib the wind had torn off, Sunny, our Australian Shepard, plunged into the water in front of me. Barking and biting at the sparkling droplets that splashed in front of his face, he swam toward a flock of Canada geese, herding them along as they honked and flapped their wings. About twenty feet from the bank, the geese seemed to realize they had Sunny outnumbered. They did an about-face, honking loudly with th ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Friday, October 21, 2011, 7:20:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, July 18, 2014 3:48:00 PM
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
Our first TV
Monday, October 24, 1960 to Sunday, October 24, 1965
  • Being only about five years old at the time, I don't have alot of memories of the times before TVs came into my life, although I find myself more and more in the minority in that I can remember the preTV days at all. I forget myself sometimes and don't feel my age, but the young bloods jolt me back to reality with comments such as "What was it like before you had shows to entertain you like the gold digger shows or Pawn Stars?" Quips like this make me realize we weren't really missing all that much.Or could it be I was only five at the time and just ...continued...

Riding Life's Rollercoaster
Sunday, July 20, 2014 to Wednesday, July 30, 2014
  • Riding Life’s Rollercoaster by Carolyn Unruh as told to Sally Jadlow My husband, Dave, and I graduated from K-State in Manhattan, Kansas in June 1967. We married that same month. Dave had been a member of the ROTC program at KSU and was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant. Dave finished graduate school in 1968. He got a 1-year deferment from Uncle Sam. We moved to Kansas City so Dave could accept a marketing position with IBM. One year later, Dave received his papers to report for active duty. At the outset of our marriage, we wanted children. I knew from ...continued...

  • By: Sally  Jadlow
  • Wednesday, July 30, 2014, 12:39:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, July 30, 2014 1:08:00 PM
Christmas 1960
Friday, August 29, 2014 to Monday, September 08, 2014
  • Christmas 1961 We lived across the street from St Rita's Church and upstairs of Sophie's Hat Shop. Sophie was a very proper Lady who made custom tailored hats for discriminating, dapper gentlemen, like my Dad. She also owned the building and was thrilled to rent to us as local business people. Bonnie Thomas and her Mom lived next door on the same level as we did. Downstairs was Sophie's shop and living space. Everything felt very rich and fancy. Thick carpet on the heavy polished wooden stairs. Fancy wallpaper. Thick pretty carpet through the living room. Sw ...continued...

  • By: Maran  Banta
  • Tuesday, September 02, 2014, 12:00:00 PM
  • updated: Friday, September 12, 2014 3:07:00 PM
How To Write A Novel
Sunday, December 28, 1980 to Wednesday, December 28, 2011
  • A Book "What an astonishing thing a book is. Its a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A boo ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Friday, October 21, 2011, 7:20:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, July 18, 2012 10:51:00 AM
Run down in the centre of Paris
Friday, September 01, 2000 to Sunday, August 31, 2014
  • It was in the centre of Paris that I was run over. Our ever-faithful bicycles were used to the maximum around the city. It was rush hour, and the reputation the Parisians have of being the worst drivers in the world was justified. Admittedly, we were on the pavement, studiously avoiding the square-hatted policemen who had told me off earlier that day for riding on the path. We were sitting at the lights, and when pedestrians were shown the green light, off I sped. A lady in a small car hurtled around the corner through the red light, we collided. Actually, I pushed myself off the car, only ...continued...

  • By: Jackie  Parry
  • Wednesday, September 10, 2014, 4:54:00 AM
  • updated: Monday, November 03, 2014 4:27:00 AM
The Upside Down Tomato Plant
Saturday, January 01, 2005 to Wednesday, December 31, 2014
  • The Upside Down Tomato Plant is the second story in my little anthology, Mother's Red Fingernail Polish. Full anthology is available on Amazon. This is a true story about my husband. {Smile!} It first appeared in the Iowa Summer Writer's Festival anthology, 2010. ================================================================= My husband is not a gardener. In fact, he doesn't like plants--inside or out. But this doesn't keep me from bringing them home. Last winter I bought a large philodendron. I set it down on the hea ...continued...

  • By: Pamela  Eglinski
  • Thursday, November 06, 2014, 3:58:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, January 10, 2015 3:43:00 PM
The Hummers Have Gone
Friday, October 24, 2003 to Friday, October 24, 2014
  • One of my chief delights in the warm months is watching the hummingbirds that flock to our feeder. They cluster around the feeder, competing for the nectar it provides, swapping out places at the feeding stations. They're always pretty competitive, even if there are only two at the feeder at the time. I wonder that they don't get hurt as they dive down at each other. The competitiveness rivals that of ten year old boys on the playground, only the hummers are in a fight for life-sustaining resources instead of the top of the climbing bars. Sometimes I count as many as ten or fifte ...continued...

In the Beginning...
Friday, November 07, 2014 to Monday, November 17, 2014
  • The Haunting of Leigh Maxwell By Esther Luttrell ONE The wind was starting to kick up, he noticed. Even though the old car provided a cocoon, protecting him from the elements, he was aware of the dip in temperature. It was colder than usual for so early in October. Trees surrounding the big plant where he worked were bending in the breeze, disappearing from sight when shreds of fog shifted across the woods. He hunched down further in the seat, pulling his wool jacket tighter around him. “She’s going to be late,” he said aloud to ...continued...

  • By: Esther  Luttrell
  • Monday, November 17, 2014, 12:42:00 PM
  • updated: Monday, November 17, 2014 12:54:00 PM
Friday, January 02, 2015 to Monday, January 12, 2015
  • Happiness is not being pained in the body or troubled in the mind. There was a time not so long ago when I could barely walk or move easily at all. My livelihood was being taken from me and I was depressed and miserable. Doctors told me that my arthritis could be managed but that it wouldn't get any better. Well it DID GET BETTER. Because I did something about it. I educated myself, I learned to lap swim. I listened to my body and developed a bodyrolling technique. i experimented. I found myself out of necessity chasing arthritis relief nearly everyday. I also found that with out a doubt a ...continued...

  • By: Edward  Cook
  • Monday, January 12, 2015, 10:12:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, January 15, 2015 10:56:00 AM

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