I live in the great Pacific Northwest, in Oregon state, of the United States, for those of you who are from other countries.
I once started the habit of journaling, of keeping a diary, but found it distasteful because of all the negative things I was writing and because I couldn't quite find something that was really worth going back to read over, again. Since then, I've switched to another system and I'd like to share it with everyone here to… Continue
Added by Silviu Ilyevich Tulbya on November 3, 2013 at 7:30pm —
I had a completely different post in mind for today, but as I've mentioned before, I'm a recovering sleepaholic
and I turned off my alarm this morning at 5 instead of hitting the snooze button.
So here I am at 6:15, and I don't have enough time between now and 8 o'clock (when I have to have my rubber footed steed to the mechanic for a brake job) to really give the post I had in mind the attention it… Continue
Added by Michael Mitchell on June 10, 2010 at 7:13pm —
My uncle, a burly, deadly, monster of a man, my mother's brother, saw a picture of my father one day not too long ago and said to me:
"Before he was paralyzed, your dad was the coolest sumbitch on the planet."
This is not something that I could take lightly. My uncle's one of the coolest people I have ever known, so for him to say… Continue
Added by Matt Mitchell on March 31, 2010 at 11:50pm —
He rose at 4 am every morning—unless he slept in, then he’d get up at 5 am. He smoked a pipe and Raleigh unfiltered cigarettes for over 50 years—until he had one lung removed due to cancer, then he quit—cold turkey. No patches, no Nicorette, no “support group.” He just took one long drag when I dropped him off at the hospital that morning for his operation and said, “Well, I guess that’s my last one.” I… Continue
Added by Richard Williams on March 31, 2010 at 9:30pm —
Added by Jeff Hafner on March 31, 2010 at 7:41pm —
Coach Eddie Roberts… Continue
Added by Chris Hutcheson on March 30, 2010 at 10:00pm —
My father, Bob Stroup, has taught me a lot about manliness. He has always worked the job that was necessary to help provide for his family, which consisted of my Mom, my younger brother, and me. Sometimes that meant working the night shift at a printing company and only being able to see my mom for a short period of time during the day. Later, he tried to better his situation by starting his own business, a drive through convenient store (or Pony Keg, as they call it in the Cincinnati area). He… Continue
Added by Nate Stroup on March 30, 2010 at 1:49pm —
My father is the greatest man I know. Books were never his forte, but he has the common sense and street smarts that every man needs that no book can ever teach you. He has come from a place
where hearing gunshots was not unusual; to a place where you can leave your
front door wide open without a second thought.
He grew up… Continue
Added by Darin Jackson on March 29, 2010 at 4:21am —
Added by Colby Cox on March 28, 2010 at 7:30pm —
My hero is my father, David L. Carson, Sr. He excelled as a student and a musician and went to college on a music scholarship. His dream was to be a music teacher. When the Korean War happened, he switched majors so he could finish school early. As he put it, "I couldn't play trombone in a dance band while my friends were off fighting."
He didn't make it to the war, but did do a tour of duty in Korea a few years later. He became an Army aviator and met my mother during flight school.… Continue
Added by Dave on March 28, 2010 at 1:28pm —
"If you could be anything, what would you be?"
I'm always proud of my answer to this question. Many people would, without hesitation, answer with such responses as "movie star", "millionaire", "quarterback for the Patriots", etc. However, my answer to this question trumps all of those. If I could be anything,… Continue
Added by Dan on March 26, 2010 at 10:14am —
This post was originally published on my blog http://joedegiorgio.wordpress.com/ on 12/22/09.
During this week of Christmas, in 2009, my grandfather will have been gone for nine years. He often crosses my mind now as his birthday is in October, and he passed away on December 20th.
My "pop", as I called him, was a tough but gentle man from Calabria, Italy, who didn't say much---but when he did speak, he… Continue
Added by Joe DeGiorgio on March 23, 2010 at 10:23pm —
Family is usually defined as people related to you by blood. For the vast majority of people, it is a sufficient definition. For the most important man in my life, however, it barely scratches the surface. Angelo, born 9 March 1964, has made a world of difference in my life and many others.
Angelo's life began the same as most men; though, that fact changed rapidly. First, his father passed away while Angelo was only an infant. He would have to be raised by only his mother.… Continue
Added by Artimus Naugin on March 23, 2010 at 7:51pm —
Most of you that may be reading this will have no idea who this is. He was my wood shop teacher in high school.
Having only known him through high school I do not know a lot about him other than the four years I took the classes. He was also our football coach though I was not a player. As far as I know he played football in high school. He got a scholarship to play for a junior college. Then went to Northern Arizona University where he got a teaching degree as well as degree's in… Continue
Added by Aaron J Kimmins on March 23, 2010 at 1:42pm —
FIrst a definition, a Father is any male that has properly functioning physiology and can do his part in the procreation process. A Dad is a man that gives selflessly to those he calls family.
Now my story...My Dad is a man's man. He shaves with a straight razor, he enjoys fishing, hunting, and cigars. He was a high school football star and can fix any problem you may have with any car. All these things my Dad loves, but they come second to his family,… Continue
Added by Mike Maniscalco on March 23, 2010 at 12:30pm —
My father. Born in Hamilton in 1922, died in Mississauga in 1996. In the almost three quarters of a century that he lived, he saw the Roaring Twenties, the Great Depression, the Second World War, the Post War Boom, the Cold War, the end of the Cold War. At the beginning of his life, cars were a luxury, and carts pulled by horses still rumbled regularly through the streets of Hamilton. The sound of an aeroplane flying overhead was enough to make people run out of their houses and look up. He… Continue
Added by Sean on March 22, 2010 at 11:30am —
For my entry I present to you, gentlemen, my uncle Richard Williams. born in Nolensville, TN, May 1952.
For my entire life Ricky was a strong positive example of manliness. After the divorce of my parents, he was a rock-solid fixture in my and brothers' life. Although he never was… Continue
Added by Howie on March 21, 2010 at 10:49pm —
My dear father, Dennis Desmond, was born at Cape Canaveral, Florida (during a family vacation).
Growing up, he excelled in school while participating in many extracurricular activities as well. During high school, my father was active in his local FFA club, and raised a wide variety of animals… Continue
Added by Nate Desmond on March 12, 2010 at 7:00pm —
Hello community, this is my first blog and I thought of my grandfather when I saw this writing contest. Roger "Pudgy" Hagen. Born 1933, died in the summer of 2007 to lung cancer. Pudgy grew up in Minnesota with eleven brothers and sisters, he was near the top in birth order his only older brother being Ser.
When he was around the age of thirteen he began smoking, a habit that would eventually kill him. He smoked unfiltered cigarettes all his life and near the end he would remark if anyone… Continue
Added by Chris Hagen on March 10, 2010 at 11:15pm —
I wanted to share a little bit of the life of my best friend Fred.
I met Fred at work and for a time thought of him only as a funny older gentleman that was always quick with a joke and a hardy laugh. He's about 35 years my senior and has seen a lot more of life than I can ever imagine. In his early years after high school Fred enlisted in the Army as a demolitions expert and was having a blast in Germany. One day he was told to pack his gear… Continue
Added by Mitchell on March 10, 2010 at 9:30am —