Category Archives: Len’s Stories

Snowbound, an angel in disguise

Snow bound I looked back through the glass.  He was curled into a tight ball on top of the desk still unable to control the violent shakes.  He was safe now. That Christmas season we sold more fruit than normal.  … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving, The Day I grew up

Thanksgiving Day 1950, the day I grew up The wonderful smells of Thanksgiving turkey and pumpkin pie as they baked filled our house.  I couldn’t wait until two o’clock.  I loved turkey and all its trimmings.  “Come on Clarabelle get … Continue reading

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Move over Tom Sawyer

My home in Moore, New york was located on the banks of the Shazy River.  I fished, swam, snorkeled and rafted in the warm months.  In the winter Larry Vogel and I ice-skated for miles up and down the frozen … Continue reading

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The Wolf Pack

With grace and stealth the wolf pack stalked its prey deeper into the woods, ever closing their circle of death.  Their pack-song screamed louder than the snow whipping around us by the wind, and my Dad wondered, “How had we … Continue reading

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The Attic

Our house in Moore’s was one of the first houses in town to have electricity, and by the time we moved in, the once stately house, was drafty and in great need of re-wiring.  The Attic was filled with exposed … Continue reading

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Short cuts aren’t always the best

Fourteen teenagers crammed into the pastor’s “Woody” station wagon, a 1950 converted Hurst with wooden sides and a wooden interior.  We shoved in, moved over and stacked ourselves like clowns in a car at the circus.  That night our youth … Continue reading

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Smokey

The gates sprang open and horses lunged forward.  With the heart of a winner, Smokey lifted his head to trumpet his challenge.  He was fast, the fasted in three counties, but as unruly as he was fast. Growing up I … Continue reading

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