by Tom Rinkes
When I first told my family about my plan to be a psychiatrist, they didn't believe me. All six eyes-no, eight. My dad wears glasses-glared at me from three directions. Dad peered over his latest copy of the Weekly World N...read more
Sacred Memory In 1967 , one year after the Suez Canal closed, our family of six embarked on a life time adventure called emigration. It was during a period when the Australian governmen...read more
My father didn't consider taking a saw to the dining room chair all that funny, but as with most of my misadventures, I provided the unintentional Easter morning humor in my family. In fact, I frequently provided the unint...read more
My mother was hugely pregnant with her 5th child when she finally broke down and replaced her worn out purse. Her old one was made of tapestry fabric with a pattern of autumn leaves on it- very conservative and boring. She...read more
When I was six, I contracted a disease which was contagious enough for my mother, who, at the time, was pregnant with my sister, to ship me off to her sister. My aunt lived with her husband in a bungalow, in a field, on a ...read more
Mama's breathless appearance in the living room doorway would have made Loretta Young proud in her heyday. She grinned ear to ear and could scarce contain the news she carried. "Mary, you'd better spill it before you b...read more
Grandma Betty's Bike Ride As the sun set on another warm interior summer day, my Grandma Betty sat down at the kitchen table that she had sat at for 30 years, and innocently cracked open a cold Pilsner to unwind from a...read more
The Bike Ride I remember it clearly, the Weather Channel specifically said there was only a 30 percent chance of rain the next day. 30 percent doesn't sound like much; we agreed we would still go in the morning. The n...read more
by Furd
The never ending pursuit of "COOL" From an era where friends, family and fellowship were the rule of the day and the desire of our hearts. Its cool! In these changing times I do not recall a phrase or clich that ha...read more
Mom Stories - Buying Houses I come from a working class family. Anything we have, we worked for, so I was just about to enter high school when my parents bought their first house. It wasn't much, an older "war tim...read more
Birthdays are supposed to be special occasions depicting the arrival of a person on this planet. It is supposed to be celebrated yearly on the day that person is born. I don't know of any culture that doesn't acknowledge...read more
Steamin' Mad at Dirt! Five of my cousins agreed to visit my humble abode for a gala reunion: Linda and hubby, Ken, from Oregon; Barbara from Connecticut; Rogena and her mom (my only living aunt) from Indiana; Kent, also...read more
Article: "My Sweetie" or "Love and Lessons in the City" First written in the Nineties Earlier this afternoon, Mia and I were walking to French lessons, following a lunch at Verena's. I guess I was in a fairly good mood...read more
Years ago I had the opportunity of setting up and witnessing one of the funniest scenes I have ever seen. I meant originally to set up my little brother for a little joke that ended up being on my Dad. I was 18 and every b...read more
by L.E. WYATT
Where do I start on my first story? I have some very crazy family memories, I just don't know where to start. I guess I could start with the childhood stories that my Mother and Father have told me in the past. Some inc...read more
by Xtine
Growing up in my parents' household was a feat in itself. It's amazing that any of us survived this tedious process, and that fact that all five of us sibs did is testimony that what doesn't kill you really does make you s...read more
by Amy Paul
I'm sixteen, at that tender age when everyone's opinions, except for your mother's, matters. A car load of fashion-conscious friends pull into my driveway, dropping me off from school. As quickly as possible I seize my bac...read more
Out of all my favorite family memories, the strangest ones in my collection have got to be the ones with my sisters and me. One might think why is that strange? Well it's because my sisters and I share two common hobbies: ...read more
If you liked Lucille Ball, and her wonderfully funny antics...you would have adored my mother. Her name was Patricia, but should have been Lucy. In fact, I called her by that name whenever she was up to one of her latest s...read more
by Dina Mcnulty
"Worms" It was a hot sunny day in July and I was a restless child crammed inside the backseat of a stuffy car with my two brothers and my sister. The four of us tried hard not to get on each other's nerves by taking up...read more