Hmm? This is an Entry for questions only......HUh? I'm sorry could you repeat that? Hello? Anyone There?
I don't really consider this a short story. It's just a something I remember from growing up. I think it belongs here instead of Short Story Sharing. Cutie Biggers lived across the street from us with his Mother, two grown sisters, two nieces and his nephew. I remember Cutie as being about 40 years old. As far as I know, he had never been married. He and Mrs. Biggers would come to our house every Saturday afternoon and watch wrestling out of Memphis and wash their clothes. They had ...
...you are now officially a member of this blogging site.. ...press any key and you can begin! ------------------------------ I was fascinated with this "blog thing".. How I wish somebody will welcome me warmly here -------------------------------- I have this embryonic question... I do not know how to put pictures at my entry... I pity myself... Can somebody help me? ...
Small towns are wonderful places to grow up. Everyone knows everyone, neighbors help each other with anything that needs help, and kids are watched over by everyone, even when the kids don’t want to be watched over. When I was growing up, I knew that if I needed anything and my Mother wasn’t available, all I had to do was knock on the nearest door and I would be taken care of. Of course, my home town was pretty small. The sign just outside town said pop. 1159 and it still says that, even ...
I got waylaid with the political system questions this morning & frogot to put up the blog entry I had meant for today. Since moving into the new place I have been attempting to eat healthier - no more frozen microwave crap; no HungryMan dinners; lots of fresh veg & freshlly cooked food. I am aiming to get back to my rugby playing weight of 180lbs (currently 205) I had been buying enough mince to make a portion of food & then re-heating it through the week ...
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