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Weekly Contest #17
From the first time I met John’s family, they welcomed me because I was someone that John cared about. But it was also clear, especially when we women were all together, that I was “different”. I was both a city girl and a college girl and they were not sure about me. We had some common interests, gardening, sewing, and so forth…. but I was still “different”. I took some home-made cinnamon rolls to a family gathering and they were a big hit… but there was still this “feeling”…… The women still seemed a bit “leery” of me, and I wanted so much...
Weekly Contest #12
Chapel Trail is a small town in the middle of Nowhere Iowa. There’s a college on the edge of town, and some old military trail used to run right by here. We’re surrounded by farms, so in the summer it’s corn as far as the eye can see. When they start harvesting in the fall, you can smell it even up on Main street. There are four guys that I pal around with. Chuck lives a couple houses down from me and I’ve known him basically forever. He’s pretty much a goof. His dad owns the grocery store. Roger lives on the other side of town. He throws a ...
Weekly Contest #11
It was the first Sunday in October. It was crisp but sunny; a typical fall afternoon in the Midwest. We had moved north to the city a few months ago. My father’s transfer had given my mother the chance to accept a position with a large symphony. My mother had taken a train to the city this morning. My father had parked our car blocks away from the concert hall. As we walked the distance, the wind turned my cheeks as red as apples and tugged at my dress. I walked with my hands pinned to my sides to keep my dress from blowing upwards. We enter...
Weekly Contest #8
Iowa, 1963 I never really liked school, but at least it was something to do. Summers in my small town, Chapel Trail, could get pretty boring. I mean, how many times in a row can you go swimming or bike riding? There was nowhere to go fishing nearby. Plus, some of my friends left town for the whole summer since their parents worked for the college. See, the town had this college with a gigantic church on campus and there were farms around the edges of the town. Some of my other friends lived out in the country and didn’t get to town much duri...
Weekly Contest #7
Both of my grandparents were German immigrants who fled Europe just before WW1. Although they’d come from the same large town in Germany, they met in Louisville’s “German Town.” My Grandpa and his brother made shoes until the economy and a rising tide of anti-German sentiment led them to close their shop. After that, my grandpa got a factory job. Not just any factory job, he got a job at a chocolate factory. No really, it’s true! His job was making “Schokoladensterne” chocolate stars. By the time I was born, my mother hardly ate any choco...
Weekly Contest #6
We’d been looking for a puppy for some time, calling around to various breeders, when one of them called us to give us a phone number. “Call this guy, it’s not a puppy, but he has a nice girl he’s trying to place” she said. A couple of months later, we were getting to know a sweet dog named Dorothy. She was 18 months old and the man we’d bought her from, Daniel, wanted her bred when she turned 2. We were fine with that as we still wanted a puppy. When her 2nd birthday approached, we contacted one of the other breeders we’d previously talked ...
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