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First 10 Years
Friday, April 30, 1965 to Wednesday, April 30, 1975
  • I had a best friend while we were living in Gold Hill. Her name was Gail Stevens. We were really close. She's part Native American. She told she was part Cherokee. One day while we were at recess, we decided to sneak off and go across the road over to the cemetary. To this day I'm stillnot sure why we did it, I guess we were just curios. Well we were walking around and came up to a shed. All of a sudden we heard a noise, it sounded like a ghost, being only 6 years old you would think that we were scared, well we weren't. Next thing we know the grounds keeper jumped out ...continued...

  • By: Laura  Register
  • Tuesday, September 03, 2013, 7:21:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, September 04, 2013 7:58:00 PM
What's so funny?
Wednesday, October 05, 2016 to Saturday, October 15, 2016
  • I believe the answer to this question is “people” – human beings. People can often be at their funniest when they’re not trying to be funny at all. Most people believe they are unique. There’s some truth in that thought but others go much further and believe that they are the only sane person on the planet. “All the world is queer save thee and me, and even thou art a little queer.” Robert Owen (Welsh philosopher and philanthropist 1771-1858) Some people think that the world revolves around only them. The British nation used to feel like that. Back then, in days gone by, th ...continued...

  • By: Daniel M  Doyle
  • Monday, August 11, 2014, 5:49:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, October 15, 2016 10:09:00 AM
Smells and Mesh Bags
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
  • Our 42 hour confinement to our tents was ended today as the storm eased up enough for us to continue north. Our drift over the storm took us further west than we wanted to the 129th Longitude. We ran into many open leads and had to wait until the ice moved back together allowing us to cross. It was incredible to witness and very scary to cross. We gained about 5 miles north today but our progress was halted by thin ice. We made camp and will wait till morning to try and cross. Needless to say that in the north polar icecap there is very little to smell. No plants and so few animals a person ...continued...

  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, April 23, 2014 11:17:00 PM
Wednesday, January 01, 1969 to Monday, January 01, 1979
  • The Million Man March Commemorative Poem titled: "A Black Man" written by myself two years before the Million Man March. "A BLACK MAN" DO NOT LOOK INTO MY FACE AND SEE THE COLOR OF MY SKIN, AND NOT SEE THE CONTENT OF MY CHARACTER. DO NOT LOOK INTO MY HISTORY AND SEE THE THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST, AND NOT SEE THE BRIGHTNESS OF MY FUTURE. DO NOT LOOK AT THE LOSSES OF MY MISTAKES, AND NOT SEE THE PROFITS OF MY ACHIEVEMENTS. DO NOT LOOK AT THE DISTANCE I HAVE YET TO TRAV ...continued...

  • By: Michael   McKinzy
  • Saturday, May 26, 2012, 10:19:00 AM
  • updated: Saturday, May 26, 2012 10:47:00 AM
The Late Sooner
Friday, October 31, 2014 to Monday, November 10, 2014
  • Introduction I set about to clean out Mother’s house. In the spare bedroom, I opened the antique cabinet and drew out a stack of memorabilia. Halfway down the pile of old newspapers, I discovered a speckled brown ledger book with ragged edges. It crackled as I opened the yellowed pages. Each line contained a date and a comment on life in the 1880's. It was my great-grandfather Sanford’s diary. The more I read, the more I wanted to share Sanford’s story, rather than bury it in some safe place for another 119 years. The basic story line is true and the hi ...continued...

  • By: Sally  Jadlow
  • Friday, November 18, 2011, 7:16:00 PM
  • updated: Monday, November 10, 2014 9:36:00 AM
First Christmas
Sunday, November 01, 1964 to Friday, November 01, 1974
  • FIRST CHRISTMAS ©2014 By Rolland Love rtl@kc.rr.com The last sound I heard as I drifted off to sleep was the howling wind. In the middle of the night I was awakened by a scream from the back bedroom. My dog Trouser came over and licked my face. I sat up and draped a wool blanket around my shoulders. Then slid out of bed and walked across a cold hardwood floor. I found myself standing at the bedroom door. The scene was strange and scary, like something in a dream. Sitting on white wicker tables, one on each side of my mother and father’s bed, were ke ...continued...

  • By: Rolland  Love
  • Wednesday, November 26, 2014, 9:36:00 AM
  • updated: Wednesday, November 26, 2014 9:47:00 AM
You Become What You Think About
Saturday, March 10, 2012
  • Throughout the history of the world, philosophers and religions have disagreed on many things. But they have all agreed on one thing …only one! You become what you think about. Read that sentence again. Most people hear it, but don’t truly understand it. You become that which you think about most of the time. We place value on material, replaceable things and very little value to the most irreplaceable thing of all. Our freedom of thought. Thoughts establish Habits, Attitudes, and Emotions&hellip ...continued...

  • By: Anonymous
  • Friday, October 21, 2011, 7:20:00 PM
  • updated: Saturday, March 10, 2012 6:46:00 PM
First 10 Years
Friday, April 30, 1965 to Wednesday, April 30, 1975
  • I think what I find quite amazing is that I can remember as far back as being no older than 2 to 3 years old. Some memories were good and some not so much. I was actually a pretty happy child, never really got into much trouble, unlike my older brother and my little sister. I can remember that the one word we did not say, was the word" shut up" to one another, if you did well you can pretty twell imagine what would happen. I had to find out the hard way one morning, let's just say yuck! I told my brother to shut up because he had said something to me that made me mad, unfor ...continued...

  • By: Laura  Register
  • Tuesday, September 03, 2013, 7:21:00 PM
  • updated: Wednesday, September 04, 2013 10:25:00 AM
understanding of cultural diversity issues.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017 to Friday, February 10, 2017
  • Question: “To what extent do my beliefs, prejudices or biases influence my thinking in terms of providing service in my profession or work?” I would say that my beliefs, prejudices, or biases have no influence in providing services in my work. I work in a hospital as a imaging assistant so, i see a lot of diversity and different beliefs. No matter what i will always give good quality care to patients, just like anyone deserves. Some examples from the quiz are: Question 10: if a family member speaks English as well as the patient&rsq ...continued...

  • By: katie  ostrowski
  • Friday, January 27, 2017, 11:51:00 AM
  • updated: Friday, February 10, 2017 2:58:00 PM
The Balkan Cross
Thursday, October 30, 2014 to Sunday, November 09, 2014
  • Prologue Not since the world was made was there ever seen or won so great a treasure, or so noble or so rich, nor in the time of Alexander, nor in the time of Charlemagne, nor before, nor after, nor do I think myself that in the forty richest cities of the world had thebeen so much wealth as was found in Constantinople. For the Greeks say that two-thirds of the wealth of this world is in Constantinople and the other third scattered throughout the world. {Robert of Clari, a French crusader, who was in Constantinople in 1204 when it was pillaged} . The spider weaves the curtains in t ...continued...

  • By: walter  winch
  • Monday, August 04, 2014, 6:05:00 PM
  • updated: Monday, December 01, 2014 1:14:00 PM
First 10 Years
Thursday, December 26, 1946 to Wednesday, December 26, 1956
  • The first thing in that I can remember is sitting on a stool in my grandfather's house. We were gathered around the fireplace. The stool was a homemade affair, built square and a bout 24 inches tall. Which was about the same height as I was. The room was lit with kerosene lamps whose soft glow competed with the fireplace to light the room. It was about an even match. I was playing with a piece of kindleing about two feet long and about a half inch square. It had been split from a fat pine stump and was hard as iron. For what ever reason I decided to hit him on the head a ...continued...

  • By: Morris  Butler
  • Sunday, January 27, 2013, 11:32:00 AM
  • updated: Sunday, January 27, 2013 5:07:00 PM
Monday, May 02, 2016 to Thursday, May 12, 2016
  • ThTony was born in march 2015. He was about 2 months pre, and very tiny. Kelly had to have an emergancy C section. Theres a posability that while she was in the water, some of it got into her heart. She suffered some kind of heart attack, both her and tony survied. Tony gerw over this past year fast and big, the doctor said if he grew anymore they would have to make a new baby grow chart. So far he is a good boy, he is happy, allways smiles. Kelly is having her own issues but starting to get the medical help she needs. Val is still val. Nothing new on that frount. ...continued...

  • By: valery  tozer
  • Thursday, May 12, 2016, 4:41:00 AM
  • updated: Thursday, May 12, 2016 5:27:00 AM
Small open lead
Monday, April 07, 2014
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  • By: Mark  Andresen
  • Monday, March 24, 2014, 11:06:00 PM
  • updated: Monday, April 07, 2014 5:06:00 PM
Ring Down the Bottom of a Kinbow
Sunday, January 01, 1939 to Saturday, June 01, 1957
  • Preface This family story was written by my late wife Sharla Kay about my Grandma Hattie who lived in the Southern Ozark hill country in the community of Flat Rock located 12 miles east of Summersville, Missouri. Grandma Hattie raised 13 children, twelve girls and one boy, who provided her with 42 grandchildren. A highlight of her grandchildren's visit to Grandma’s house was listening to her relate hill country stories and sing a country ditty about “Ring Down the Bottom of a Kinbow.” <p ...continued...

  • By: Dwain  Stoops
  • Saturday, December 17, 2011, 7:00:00 AM
  • updated: Friday, May 04, 2012 5:40:00 PM
First 10 Years
Sunday, January 12, 1969 to Friday, January 12, 1979
  • I have six brothers and one sister, I'm the seventh child, the only house I've called home is where my parents still live today, 3743 Flora, Ave. Kansas City, Missouri. I attended the Old Faxon Elementary, 3710 Paseo, located on the next street over where we live, so I walked to school with my brothers, Mark and Jeffrey every day. My kindergarten teacher, Ms. Lucky was my first inspiratory of life, I met her after I grew-up and she had gotten married so her last name became Mrs. White, but she'll always be Ms. Lucky to m ...continued...

  • By: Michael   McKinzy
  • Saturday, May 26, 2012, 10:19:00 AM
  • updated: Wednesday, May 30, 2012 9:51:00 AM

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