Memoirs

These stories of memoir are the main reason I started this blog. In here, are the stories which may be published at some time in the future, but not at this time. To find stories currently being written, edited and gathered for first publication. In other words, my first book Oo(^_^)y-~ please go to the category entitled, For The Book!

12/12/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part six, In the Not-so-Mean Time)

Whatever you practice, you get good at... Even if it's just complaining. ----- Just one of the gazillion quotes about practice ------------------------------------------ Today I'm reminding myself to practice, remembering the joy. And there was a lot of joy for me among the rebel chaos, that was my experience of the brand new and modern John [...]

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12/11/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part five, New Kinds of Violence)

“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”  ― Aisha Mirza -------------------------------------------------------- As I said before, it wasn't so much that it was a new kind of violence, just that it was new to me. The psychological violence I saw [...]

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12/10/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part four, Still the Good Boy)

I always listened to my Mother I was afraid of my Dad I respected all my teachers I sat in front of the class --------------------------------------- No... my parents were far from perfect, and despite my "above average intelligence" I was far from a top student. But I have no doubt, the reasons I did reasonably [...]

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12/9/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part three, From Chaos to Clampdown)

… what teenagers do when bored and unsupervised.  ------------------------------------------------------- My adult mind just can't help itself. I can't help but think about how logical it all seems now. That the chaos, the perpetual instability of our brand new and modern John Adams Jr. High School. It was inevitable. It makes perfect sense. It even makes sense [...]

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12/8/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part two, Mostly Confused)

For three years, me and my classmates were beta testers for the brand new and modern ideas of a bunch of academics fresh out of school themselves. They were excited young adults with stable educational experiences behind them and exciting new careers ahead. We were scared and confused teenagers with whatever our childhood was behind [...]

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12/7/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part one, Barely Organized Chaos)

“America is the most grandiose experiment the world has seen, but, I am afraid, it is not going to be a success.”  ― Sigmond Freud ----------------------------------------------- Yup... I was the unwitting subject of many experiments. My parents started me early with their modern, by the book parenting (early 1960's modern books, that is...) and later [...]

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12/3/17: Dead End: Fake War and Real Violence on 16th Avenue (Part four, Weapons for Peace)

I had already been overwhelmed by the best weapons adults have over such things as childish wars. -------------------------------------------------------- I'm going to finish this story with a few thoughts from my "adult" self but first... Every day I read about, hear of and see so many, SO MANY! examples of children (of all ages and from [...]

By |2018-02-03T19:23:29-06:00December 3rd, 2017|Memoirs|Comments Off on 12/3/17: Dead End: Fake War and Real Violence on 16th Avenue (Part four, Weapons for Peace)

12/2/17: Dead End: Fake War and Real Violence on 16th Avenue (Part three, Real Violence)

Well into my so-called "adulthood" (sometime in the early 90's so I was in my early 30's) I remember watching (and yes joining) my younger friends from my second college experience in River Falls, Wisconsin (they were of course still in their 20's) as they/we put together, played with and eventually terrorized the town with... [...]

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12/1/17: Dead End: Fake War and Real Violence on 16th Avenue (Part two, All in the Family)

The armchair psychologist that is my adult self can not help but make note here, how the social dynamics of our little midwestern, middle-class, cul-de-sac world must have fit so nicely into several stereo-typical family scenarios. And how these must have been a factor in the experience my child self would have, of went on [...]

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11/30/17: Dead End: Fake War and Real Violence on 16th Avenue (Part one, Dirt Clods)

Well... at least no one died... (That I know of) Oh, but one could easily argue that the midwestern, middle class, cul-de-sac existence that made up the bulk of my pre-teen world, was a kind of death. A death of spirit that a child barely feels but rather simply incorporates into the ego. Like any [...]

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