Category: Tales from our Youth

Ready or Not

It’s 4th grade and I’m at the school that looms large in my memory. We’re sitting on the steps under the overhang of the building,  a covered entryway somewhere between in and out.  School hasn’t started yet and it’s almost 8:30.   I’m with…

A shrimp story

Originally posted on Cats and Trails and Garden Tales:
Just off of Highway 101 where it runs along Hood Canal there was a small restaurant with a home in back and attached store in front.   They were owned and operated by Floyd and Elsie…

Frank B Cooper School Refrain

I’m not sure what I was looking for by returning.  It was years and years ago when I attended Frank B. Cooper school, kindergarten through 6th grade.  But it was the school’s 100th anniversary and the building, now the Youngstown Cultural Arts Center, where…

It Happened at Seafair

Originally posted on Cats and Trails and Garden Tales:
*This post is dedicated to my husband Bob * It was a different time and a different town. There was a big airplane company but no technology.  The Smith Tower but no Space Needle. There…

The Professor

By Susanne Swanson “Do you know how many times you’ve said ‘okay’ in the last minute?” she blurted out. (Twenty times by my reckoning. She was not the only one counting.) He stopped. Public speaking was not his forte, though economics may have been.…

The Deal

By Susanne When I was five I lost a tooth and my mom told me to put it under my pillow so the tooth fairy would leave me money. But the next day the tooth was still there. “Oh!” she said. “He must have…

A memory in snow….

Our first snow arrived earlier this week but was short-lived. The ground is all clear, the air icy cold, while we wait for the next round of snow to appear. Clouds are moving in but glorious patches of blue remain like parfait. Is this the sky…

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