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25 posted 12-17-2005 07:35 PM       View Profile for latearrival   Email latearrival   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for latearrival

Wonderful story and wonderfully told. Thank you, martyjo
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26 posted 12-17-2005 08:20 PM       View Profile for littlewing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for littlewing

Did I miss a story?
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Littlewing, thanks for the opening thread. Enjoyed your story but I have to admit I was thanking Icebox for his wonderful story wonderfully told. LOL. martyjo
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28 posted 12-20-2005 08:55 AM       View Profile for littlewing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for littlewing

ahh gotcha, sorry bout that, I misunderstood.  Thought I missed something and yes, it was a most beautiful story, wasn't it?

*smile*

That is why I started this thread, just for everyone to say what is on their minds.
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29 posted 12-20-2005 09:40 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

I'll be back to read...

and more.



Thank you, Suzie....



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30 posted 12-20-2005 10:08 AM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

"I found your work to be incredibly intriguing. So I did what I always do, folks, I wrote him. I stalked him. I begged him to tell me stories"

That made me smile Karen...when I first came to pip it was you that I found incredibly intriguing...but I am not the out going type so I sat back and waited...I was dying for you to respond to something I posted...and our mutual friend that isn't around anymore?  I told him how I was dying to get to know you...lol.  I have not been sorry, my instincts were true.  

and Icy?  You too, when you first got here and I read you..I thought, "Oh, I have got to read everything he posts.."

I am attracted to intellect.  I am attracted to story tellers.  

I live in fear that people will discover that my intellect is a facade.  That I am not as smart as some would believe and when that discovery is made all the smart people I tend to surround myself with will disappear.   

Dunc is a good story teller...where is Dunc??



Oh and Sue? I love that you followed your gut that day in the church.   More people should.  

"too bad ignorance isn't painful"
~Unknown~

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31 posted 12-20-2005 10:39 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Susan--one of the things on my list of what I love about Susan C. is your honesty.

You say what you think, and hold true to your beliefs, even if you think it will cost you a friend.

I like that much, because yanno what? A true friend will never ask you to stop being yourself anyhow.



Now tell us a story!
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and ooops...yes, where IS Duncan?

I need to talk to Dunc.

That porch puppy I adopted still ain't house trained.

You think there's a connection?
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Dunc is at the moment trying to fit a Christmas tree into a very tiny car...

I said I wanted pictures!!

madly Karen, but I ain't much of a story teller..

and thanks...

"too bad ignorance isn't painful"
~Unknown~

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34 posted 12-20-2005 02:19 PM       View Profile for littlewing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for littlewing

Yup, need us some stories . . .

(who else slipped by?)



Don't matter what it is, I can't tell stories either . . . just write whats on yer mind.

(Dont make me tell another one LOL)

Ears will be bleedin' . . .

and all of us here ARE storytellers

Sometimes we just do it in form.

See?

Susan, you acually did tell a story up there.

I am so happy you guys are keeping this going.

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35 posted 12-20-2005 09:03 PM       View Profile for kayjay   Email kayjay   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for kayjay

Icebox, you tell an awesome story, and enhance it by the skill of your storytelling.  If we are fortunate as children, we meet these larger than life people and the memories never die.  

Thank you for this thread, Sue.  And Karen?  You always have my thanks for something you do.  
Ken

Through rubble and trouble and dark of night
The yawn of a dawn will hasten the light
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The dry cleaning smell and the sewing machine.

When I was a young boy, 10 at the time, my father got a new job as Chief of Police in a small Minnesota town, perhaps an hour or more from where we lived.  While he and my mother went househunting, I was to "stay home" until their return.  I reasoned that the back porch was surely "home" and went out to enjoy the May sunshine.  Within minutes, some friends called me to come down to goof around.  Well, even from the "yard", the area behind and between a small shoe repair shop and a tavern, I'd be able to see the family Chevy, wouldn't I?  However, within minutes, the constraint forgotten, we were off to the ball field and then to a street about 5 or 6 blocks where a candy store was located.  One of the boys had a little money.  
Not until we returned, and I saw the old black Chevy, did my dad's words return to me.  With trepidation, I mounted the steps to the apartment we rented from his mother.  We lived above a dry cleaner and the scent of cleaning solvents seemed to permeate everything.  
There was not much mercy nor understanding of a boy's wanderings, and he grabbed at me with one hand and his police belt with the other while he yelled about teaching me to stay home when told.  As I wriggled away, my mother screamed at him to take it easy on me. I scrambled to the small space between a sewing machine's treadle and the box. From my 6 foot 3 now, I can't believe that I could almost fit.  Nonetheless, enough of the strap caught me to remind me that I'd also had to go to the bathroom as I came up the steps.  However, I no longer had to go.  The smell was not cleaning fluid.  

Ken

Through rubble and trouble and dark of night
The yawn of a dawn will hasten the light
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37 posted 12-20-2005 11:02 PM       View Profile for littlewing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for littlewing

aww Ken . . .

my (male figure who is responsible for my birth) used to take his belt and snap it!

You know what I mean?  

So it is folded and it goes:  

SNAP!  SNAP!

Thank you for this, I am sorry for that and you know, it makes me become a more understanding parent,

less understanding of my own.



Much Love to you.


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38 posted 12-20-2005 11:52 PM       View Profile for kayjay   Email kayjay   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for kayjay

Hi Sue.  Thanks for this thread.  I suppose I've told parts of that story before;  you kind of got it all.  
I came to realize, as an adult, that he was only a product of his own upbringing.  Most kids of my generation had their bottom dusted.  On the other hand, I wasn't treated with extreme cruelty, abused, confined or forced to deal with some of the incredible things we humans can to do children.  Mostly, as a parent and better as a grandparent, I broke the cycle. I was lenient with my own and positively dote on the grandchildren.  So I suppose it all evens out over time.  
You've done a fine job on pulling these stories together for us to know of the writers here better.  Hugs, Ken

Through rubble and trouble and dark of night
The yawn of a dawn will hasten the light

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39 posted 12-21-2005 12:22 AM       View Profile for littlewing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for littlewing

aww I didn't do anything, you guys are doing it all.   I am the selfish reader.

*grin*

(and my Dad did that to scare us, it worked LOL)

And YES exactly!  I mean, when I was little things were always like that everywhere,
I mean it was the norm.  

So different today, I mean what was a seatbelt?  

I recall  *laughing here* sitting in the back of my Dad's pickup strapped into an old bench seat
from another pickup.  Me and my three sisters . . .

Could you imagine that now?

Sheesh, you would be arrested!

But breaking the cycle, yes, I spoil my son . . .

and I really think that most of us that did
grow up in a (normal) to me home, where things actually happened TO you,

good and bad,

makes us who we are and gives us stronger skin.

Also makes us empathic, understanding of others plights.  

Thanks again, Ken.  
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40 posted 12-21-2005 02:00 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Hmmmmmmmmmmm....indeed.

Remember that chapter on in the abnormal psychology text, Sue? You know, the one I talked about regarding *ahem* the genesis of the fetish?

(oh Raph, she's gonna kill us both now... )

"Hmmmmmmmm..." said Freud.

and Ken? I'm just gonna shake my head and


Hmmmmmmm...indeed.

oh man.......grinnnnnnnnnnnnnn
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Okay, here's one, littlewing.  I may have told this before, can't remember.  I've really enjoyed reading this thread, btw.

***
As many of you already know, Misc'e is my little sister.  I, being the older one, always felt like I needed to educate her -- lol.  

One wonderful, sunny Saturday morning, the summer of 1969 when all was right with the world and I was feeling quite on top of it, having just graduated h.s., I decided it was time to take my little sister with me to downtown Cincinnati.  We were rurally raised and I thought I was so sophisticated to be studying music with a conservatory grad from CCM.  Cathy, that's Misc's name, would accompany me, and I, being the wise older sister, would introduce her to "real life."  

We hopped in my Bug and 30 miles later we found ourselves hungry for White Castles.  Anyone who grew up in Cincinnati knows the miracle of White Castles.  You could buy 12 for a couple of bucks back then -- the cheapest feast ever.  We pigged out on the onion smothered mini-sandwiches, fries and orange sodas and then hit the highway again.  We had plenty of time to get to my lesson.  

Once back on the freeway, I got into the middle lane.  I noticed a pickup following me closely so I moved over to the outer lane to let him pass.  It seemed odd.  What was he doing?  It looked like he was waiving at us.  He pulled up beside me instead of passing.  This was strange.  So I sped up and moved back into the middle lane.  Whoa, what's he doing now, I wonder, as he pulls to the outer lane and lines his pickup up with us again.  Cathy is noticing now and she's saying, "Jo, that guy is shaking a banana at me."  What?  A banana?  Of course, as the older, more "worldly" and wise one, I told her to ignore him and look straight ahead, right?  But curiousity got the best of me.  I looked over to see what the heck he was doing and, well, you guessed it.  He was making love to a banana right there next to my little sister's window.  

At that point, I made a quick decision to slow down abruptly, get behind him and take the next exit.  It worked!  He was gone....pervert!

Two weeks later or thereabouts, I decided to take my innocent, sweet sister on another road trip.  This time, we went to the State Fair in Columbus.  After a wonderful day there, we got back on I-71 and headed home.  The Bug got great mileage but it was running on vapors so we pulled over to get some gas.  Cathy had some money left and she pulled a bill out of her purse to help with her share of transportation.  I asked the attendant to put $10 worth in the empty tank.  I didn't really notice the denomination of the bill she'd handed me.  

Off we went again.  Two sisters just having the time of their lives, singing and being silly.  About 10 minutes back on the road after the refueling, a man in a white cadillac pulled up to my side and leaned over, rolled down his window and started shouting at me.  I could not tell what he was saying, but he was waiving money at us.  I noticed that he was making what I perceived as an all-to-familiar gesture (after the Cincinnati banana incident) -- up and down, up and down.  Waiving money at us.  I speed up.  Cathy wanted to know what that man was doing.  Once again, wiser, older me told her just to look straight ahead, not to pay any attention to him, etc.  And then I explained that he was trying to proposition us.  We both led very sheltered lives in our beautiful rural Ohio valley, and Cathy was still not aware of what "proposition" meant.  So I explained that to her while I layed on the gas.  

For the next 10 minutes, a high-speed chase occurred on Interstate I-71.  We passed two exits debating each time whether we should exit and try to escape this "creep."  At the third exit, the "creep" finally gave up.  Whew!!!!  We both breathed a heavy sign of relief.  Normality resumed.  

As we neared home, Cathy looked at me and said, "Where's my change?"  "What change?" I inquired.  "You know from the $20 I gave you."  OMG, then it dawned on me.  That "creep" OMG.  Not a creep -- that poor guy -- he was just trying to return our change.  

It was hard to distinguish my feelings at that point.  Both of us didn't know whether to laugh of cry.  I think we did a little of both.  And me, well, that was the beginning of my learning how little I really knew about anything.            


[This message has been edited by iliana (12-21-2005 08:40 PM).]

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42 posted 12-21-2005 08:53 AM       View Profile for littlewing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for littlewing

Jo, I will be back to this, I apologize, on my way to my son's xmas play . . .

and uh . . . what kinda stories are you two making UP over there, huh Karen?

Are you refrring to my spanking obsession?

THAT has nothing to do with my childhood tyvm.
THAT was entirely brought on by adulthood.

  



little imps . . .  

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43 posted 12-21-2005 09:20 AM       View Profile for Aenimal   Email Aenimal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Aenimal

must my good name be dragged into your pervosities?(it sounds good its a word now)

i have no fetishes, i'm a wholesome boy who's waiting for marriage and will engage in 'the sex' only for means of procreation

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44 posted 12-21-2005 12:05 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Jo jo? My sisters showed me the world too.

and nope, I can't even go there.

Not here, anyway.

But laughing about the banana thing.

There is much fun to be had with fruit.

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45 posted 12-21-2005 07:36 PM       View Profile for littlewing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for littlewing

That was an awesome story, Jo, thank you for that and it reminded me of me and my sister, 5 years older than I, we would get into stuff like that OMG I needed that story so much. Made me think of a ton of stories now.

Raph?  (I like that word, always told you to start your own dictionary)

You drug (good, eh?)yourself through the mud buddy, rather, I guess Karen did. *grin*

OMG . . . I'm cracking up over here . . .

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I want more please!

"too bad ignorance isn't painful"
~Unknown~

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47 posted 12-22-2005 03:00 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Your turn Susan.

Everybody has a story.

You don't have to write it--just tell it to us.
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48 posted 12-22-2005 04:19 PM       View Profile for littlewing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for littlewing

*laughing*

yes indeed . . . because my mouth will get a yappin' if somebody doesnt  
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see?  

I can't help it, I'm Irish, in me blood to talk . . . you would think I were Italian if you SAW me talking.

A recurring dream . . .


It must be Fall because there are leaves falling all about me and I am standing on a deck of a shack.  It seems like Fall because everything is wet and you can SMELL the Earth and I am watching a river and the leaves just keep falling all around me.

It reminds of that scene in Edward Scissorhands where he is sculpting and the flakes are falling like snow?  That's how I feel, how she does, when she is dancing . . .

I feel free in this dream, weightless, its beautiful.

There is a long slick black topped road above the shack . . . a long road and its like you can see the place if you are ON this road, the shack is below this road, it goes to the shack and I am not driving, its a black car, a sedan type car, not mine, I have no idea who is driving, I know them, can't see their face.  Don't know whose car it is either.

It's raining, the windsheild is wet.  I am dressed up in this car, the car is shiny, new but when I am on this deck I am like a fairy (I know that sounds silly but its true) and its ike I am a child, too.  I am just in awe and wonder of this place and all I want to do is dance with the leaves . . .

I have had this dream a dozen times or so over the past 2 years.  I know where this place is and want to visit it soon and I have seen this place in my mind many many times, have described it, I KNOW it. It knows me.

Love is here.   In this place.  My love is there . . . but such a child like freedom to this . . . I love having this dream, makes me feel at peace . . .

Once or twice it changed but usually is the exact sequence over and over again . . .

I never knock on the door but someone is with me always - kinda like standing right behind me . . . just watching me dance.


 
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