One Time”

This blog is a col­lec­tion of short sto­ries from a mem­oire of my child­hood called “One Time.” I grew up in a large nomadic fam­i­ly. We expe­ri­enced a lot of inter­est­ing, fun­ny and unfor­tu­nate things. This is how I saw it all in a his­tor­i­cal and cul­tur­al con­text. This is a work in progress.

The Woods

The Woods No mat­ter how many times you walk in the woods, it’s a new expe­ri­ence every time. My wood­land com­pan­ions and I were explor­ers in the truest sense of the word. We were out to dis­cov­er new trea­sures and be the first to stand on earth where no man had…

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The Artist

When I was eight, I decid­ed I would be an artist because I real­ized that’s what I was. As far back as I can remem­ber I loved draw­ing. It was a nat­ur­al thing for me and I took to it imme­di­ate­ly. I received a lot of atten­tion for it and enjoyed the praise. It…

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Indian Falls / Elizabeth

Indi­an Falls I learned to swim at Indi­an Falls. It was a spe­cial place. A large plateau of rock crossed the width of the creek cre­at­ing a 6 ft drop as the water cas­cad­ed down a chute into a deep pool below. The water lulled there before gain­ing speed again…

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One after­noon, when we returned home, we found we had a new mem­ber in the Adams house­hold. A fur­ry black pup­py with bright eyes met us at the door and wagged his tail so hard it near­ly pulled him off his feet. We named him Black­ie. It was love at first sight…

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North East, Maryland

Over the years, peo­ple always asked what was my favorite place of all the towns, vil­lages, bases and bar­racks I’d lived in. My favorite place was the very next place we found our­selves in. That would be North East Mary­land, a quaint and love­ly lit­tle town at…

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One Time- A collection of stories from my childhood

The Boy Under The Steps My first day of school at Camp Parks Ele­men­tary School was unfor­get­table because what hap­pened that day was fun­ny, and still is some forty years lat­er. A lit­tle boy was found hid­ing under the school steps and was appar­ent­ly mute. He…

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This is my first offi­cial blog… It’s post Christ­mas and am recov­er­ing from overindulging myself… Eat­ing, drink­ing, nap­ping etc. and cur­rent­ly in an orga­niz­ing mode in prepa­ra­tion for a burst of cre­ativ­i­ty I feel com­ing on. This is the time of year I…

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