I did write a book a few years ago and it opens with this tale of the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II. The book is still available at Amazon and a few other online stores. Even WH Smith in the UK used to have it! I was six years old; the year was 1953 and
A father passing by his son’s bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an Envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to ‘Dad..’ With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter. Dear Dad: It is
Many years ago in the early nineties before my dad passed away, he was in hospital in Sherbrooke Quebec. He was having some blood flow issues and he had just had an operation on his carotid artery and was slowly recovering. The operation itself was not painful but the recovery was. The operation required that
I was at a shopping mall with my dad many years ago. We decided to grab a bite at the food court. I noticed he was staring at a teenager sitting near us. The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors – green, red, orange, and blue. My Dad kept staring. It was becoming
I was eighteen. The year was 1966. It was spring and I was out mowing neighbor’s lawns trying to earn some pocket money. About half a block down from where I lived was a home occupied by a widow whose lawn I had been cutting for years. On this particular day I was merrily cutting
Well I guess I should add one of my Dad’s stories as well. Before my family left England when I was the ripe old age of ten, my Father traveled on business from time to time, I recall him returning from a trip when I was perhaps seven or eight. He spoke of the Bed
