Tag: childhood memories

Have you heard the stories?

In 1909, in a hollar born to Charles and Violet Ann Norma Jean began a life of strife not knowing until later age just how poor her future would be. With remnants of quilts stitch into clothes smell of coal burning in stove so breakfast could be made once she gathered eggs from coop. A few pumps and water magically…

That place

That place ***** where nostalgia danced to tunes on old porches and lullabies sweetened our ears and hearts gently tucked away underneath the feathery covers holding us until we drifted gently to sleep. We were carefree free from the clutches of stress and want our world a shade of aqua with no gray. That place where nothing was tangled except…

I had nothing to confess

I had nothing to confess first time I met the priest nor did I have anything to rant about the next time except I was still shaking the crib that imprisoned me. Those were the days full of rage guess nothing really changes for I still release into the unknown the torture of childhood guess that’s the latest thing. Some…