Memories of Growing Up

My Millville Memories? 

    They come, they go.  They appear from a word.  A song on the radio or watching an old movie. I often forget what I had for dinner but I can remember a moment, a face (not necessarily a name) from 50 years ago. I produce this “semi-fictionalized-memoir” to save these memories before they blow away.  I must admit that some are partly fiction because I made a few memories turn out the way I wished they had. My hope - perhaps others who read them will relive their wonderful, bright, dark, sad, and happy days of growing up.  These memories remind me of how blessed I was to lived part of my journey in the time and place where I grew up.  A small town. They are an unchronological compilation of yesterday's moments that made me who I am today.  I sincerely believe that my life has been a wonderful life filled with great times and some harrowing events - I seem to be “incident prone” !

    As for my profile of my early life:  I hated submarine sandwiches, too soggy.  I loved baseball.  Played football but thought it was stupid. Broke my leg when I was three and it still hurts when it rains.  I wore cordovan penny loafers with shinny new pennies in them with Lincoln's face up.  Sometimes I went to church.  I  smoked my granddad’s pipe when I was ten and didn’t get sick.  I hated Latin class.  I hated diagramming sentences more than I hated Latin.  Now that you know me a bit I invite you to keep reading my Blog as I journey through Millville Memories - I will post as one comes to me.