Hugo’s little-known Tornado
I was being pelted by sand the size of BB pellets, thousands of them hitting me at once. Mommy screamed at me to get into the car, it’s a tornado…
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I was being pelted by sand the size of BB pellets, thousands of them hitting me at once. Mommy screamed at me to get into the car, it’s a tornado…
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My first telephone call: When I was really young, I remember that going into town to call my grandmother in Kansas was a very special adventure. I don’t remember what particular occasion was tied to my first memory of this, perhaps our trip to Kansas for Christmas. We didn’t have a phone at the farm in those days so when we needed talk to someone by telephone, we would have to make the long 14 mile trip into the small town of Flagler, Colorado.
Telephones in my life, and how they have changed. Read More »
US Naval life at sea, PIRAZ duty, Shore Patrol, sea stories of the USS Chicago CG-11 in WESTPAC, with some attention to the USS Long Beach, 1972-1974
Hard Feelings: the USS Chicago CG-11 battles the USS Long Beach CGN-9 Read More »
Even when we were very young Gary and I had basic chores that we had to do when we got home from school. The chores revolved around milking the cow, feeding the pigs and chickens. We also had to gather the eggs and carry them into the house. In the chicken house we kept a
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As far back as I could remember, the chicken house was just an old, ugly building that no one could see. For the usual visitors to the farm, it was hidden from view by the house and by the trees around it, and, of course, by the well house and the barn. And the chicken house smelled to high heaven!…
The Old Chicken House & Things South Read More »