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Oma Tells a Story – Part I

I thought my blog posts could use a little change of pace, so here is some flash fiction that is a companion piece to my novel, Journey to Marseilles. This short story takes place in Amsterdam circa 1932. OMA TELLS A STORY (Part 1) Rebecca’s grandmother, Sara, smoking...

A New Neighborhood and a New Friend (Continued)

My new friend, Stan, and I continued playing with his spacemen. We ran down the sidewalk, in and out of the gutter, Stan’s shoelaces flapping, the plastic spacemen whizzing among asteroids and into strange galaxies, fighting space pirates and one another. Summer days...

A New Neighborhood and a New Friend

After school let out in June of 1953, we moved from Heise Station outside Westmorland to the 600 block of Euclid in El Centro, the hub of the agricultural Imperial Valley. The house had three bedrooms, and we four boys shared one on our Navy-surplus bunk beds. My...

Two “Rocky” Tales

I need to return to Heise Station temporarily to relate a couple of incidents that came to mind recently during a family discussion while on an excursion to the “big city,” which is San Francisco for us. A visit to the San Francisco Symphony’s performance of the the...

A “Trashy” Tale

After a year of living at Heise Station, which really was in the middle of nowhere, we moved to the big city—El Centro. The hub of the Imperial Valley had a population of a little over 12,000. We were in the “big time” but both families still lived together in one...

Exploring and Fishing in Imperial Valley

In between adventures involving calves or tarantulas, Uncle Ernie took us exploring the Imperial Valley. We took trips to the Salton Sea, to the nearby mountains, and to one amazing phenomenon he called “the mud pots.” They were pools of mud and hot water that bubbled...