By the time we reach the age of 60, we have at least one whopping good story to tell. With a bit of luck, we have a whole bunch of stories to tell. With an infusion of imagination and a touch of “journalistic liberty,” we have also added a bit of drama to otherwise ordinary stories.
Also by this time, most of our family and friends have heard all our stories, even the variations (just to add a bit of interest, of course).
Now we have a wonderful new place spin our tales of life, love, and growing up, to a whole new audience on Ronnie Bennett’s recently launched The Elder Storytelling Place .
I am very proud to say she has chosen one of my stories, " The Man Who Thought He Was A Train " for the April 27, 2007, feature. (The story originally appeared here in December 2006.)
Almost everyone who lived in my city during the pre-mall era of the 1950s went to town for work or major shopping. Almost everyone who went to town knew about the train man.
I hope my story will not only bring you a smile, but also help us remember a more peaceful time when being different was accepted and people were not so ready to judge, condemn and ridicule.
Thanks, Ronni, for the honor of choosing me to join your storytellers. And thanks, too, for letting us keep alive some of our most precious memories.
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Suzz, I just read your story at the Elderblogger site. I loved it! What a great memory. Can you imagine what Train would have to deal with if he made his little trips through town today? They'd probably scoop him off the street and checked out. There's a lot to be said for those simpler times. Thanks Suzz....I really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteA friend (?) of mine said she would never read my blog because she'd heard my stories so many times, she could blog them better than I can. With friends like this, I NEED a storytelling place!
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