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Here are your next two stories. Both of these stories are from my life experiences. Please read both of them and vote for your favorite. Then send them on to others who might enjoy them. If someone has sent these stories to you and you wish to receive them regularly, please e-mail me at moviesteve@rocketmail.com or respond to Richard and vote for your favorite of the two stories.
Mr. Hamilton
Only one other person from my high school lived on my street and that was Harold. Harold and I had little in common, but we became friends nevertheless.
Harold and I did have one thing in common. Both of us enjoyed going to the drive-in and watching science fiction and horror movies while we loaded up on all kinds of goodies at the snack bar.
Neither Harold or I drove a car, which presented a problem when we wanted to go to the drive-in. Harolds grandfather drove a car, however, and many times we talked him into cleaning out the station wagon and taking us to the drive-in. Mr. Hamilton detested science-fiction and horror movies, but we could always talk him into taking us when we wanted to go.
Mr. Hamilton was a semi-retired widower. A couple of days a week he loaded up the station wagon and went calling on mom and pop grocery stores and sold them some dry goods, something he did full-time for much of his life.
Before long, Mr. Hamilton got Harold and I started playing cards. We had three-handed games at first, but before long the players dwindled to two. Harold had other things to do.
I really enjoyed spending time with Mr. Hamilton, and so I went over two or three times a week and listened to his stories and played cards. I am not sure which was more fun, playing cards or listening to Mr. Hamilton reminisce, but I thoroughly enjoyed both.
We always played in the kitchen. Despite the fact that Mr. Hamilton owned a three-story house, other than when he slept, Mr. Hamilton spent all of his time in the kitchen. You could usually find the three of us in the kitchen.
I say the three of us, because there was Mr. Hamilton and me, and a creature that Mr. Hamilton referred to as that dang cat, Harolds pet, who caused more problems than he was worth.
While Mr. Hamilton detested science-fiction and horror movies, he would rather endure a triple-feature than find out the cat had gotten out of the kitchen. The cat needed assistance to get out of the kitchen. Assistance could only be provided when some moron forgot to shut the kitchen door when he went to the bathroom. Each person listed above achieved moron status at one time or another.
Have you ever played find the cat in a three-story home? Sometimes one game took a whole day to play. See, that dang cat was no dumb cat, and yes, dang was the word Mr. Hamilton always used.
Eventually, something happened that put an end to our regular card games. Love stepped into the picture. No, not me, Mr. Hamilton. Yes, people almost seventy can get married, even if they do not have any parents to give approval.
Russell and June Hamilton ended up marrying and selling that huge house and moving to a smaller house nearby. I visited them from time to time, and while I enjoyed it, it was not as much fun as it used to be when there were only two of us.
A few years later I got married and introduced my wife to the Hamiltons, but a couple of years after I married, June talked Russell into moving to the small town where she lived before she married him. I never saw either of the Hamiltons again, even though my wife and I talked of visiting them many times. Recently, I met someone who was related to June, and she told me that Russell and June lived long enough to celebrate the silver wedding anniversary. Not bad for a couple who were almost seventy when they got married. +++
God gave us older people to give wisdom to those of us who are younger and he gave us young people so that as we age, we will never grow old, and He meant for the two of us to get together. Take the time to get to know someone whose age is much different than yours. It will make for wonderful memories, and who knows, maybe you can write a book about it some day.
Copyright 2001 Steve Demaree
To God Be The Glory!
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Steve Demaree
1608 Summerhill Drive
Lexington, KY 40515
(606) 271-2416
moviesteve@rocketmail.com
Submitted by Richard
Here are your next two stories. Both of these stories are from my life experiences. Please read both of them and vote for your favorite. Then send them on to others who might enjoy them. If someone has sent these stories to you and you wish to receive them regularly, please e-mail me at moviesteve@rocketmail.com or respond to Richard and vote for your favorite of the two stories.
Mr. Hamilton
Only one other person from my high school lived on my street and that was Harold. Harold and I had little in common, but we became friends nevertheless.
Harold and I did have one thing in common. Both of us enjoyed going to the drive-in and watching science fiction and horror movies while we loaded up on all kinds of goodies at the snack bar.
Neither Harold or I drove a car, which presented a problem when we wanted to go to the drive-in. Harolds grandfather drove a car, however, and many times we talked him into cleaning out the station wagon and taking us to the drive-in. Mr. Hamilton detested science-fiction and horror movies, but we could always talk him into taking us when we wanted to go.
Mr. Hamilton was a semi-retired widower. A couple of days a week he loaded up the station wagon and went calling on mom and pop grocery stores and sold them some dry goods, something he did full-time for much of his life.
Before long, Mr. Hamilton got Harold and I started playing cards. We had three-handed games at first, but before long the players dwindled to two. Harold had other things to do.
I really enjoyed spending time with Mr. Hamilton, and so I went over two or three times a week and listened to his stories and played cards. I am not sure which was more fun, playing cards or listening to Mr. Hamilton reminisce, but I thoroughly enjoyed both.
We always played in the kitchen. Despite the fact that Mr. Hamilton owned a three-story house, other than when he slept, Mr. Hamilton spent all of his time in the kitchen. You could usually find the three of us in the kitchen.
I say the three of us, because there was Mr. Hamilton and me, and a creature that Mr. Hamilton referred to as that dang cat, Harolds pet, who caused more problems than he was worth.
While Mr. Hamilton detested science-fiction and horror movies, he would rather endure a triple-feature than find out the cat had gotten out of the kitchen. The cat needed assistance to get out of the kitchen. Assistance could only be provided when some moron forgot to shut the kitchen door when he went to the bathroom. Each person listed above achieved moron status at one time or another.
Have you ever played find the cat in a three-story home? Sometimes one game took a whole day to play. See, that dang cat was no dumb cat, and yes, dang was the word Mr. Hamilton always used.
Eventually, something happened that put an end to our regular card games. Love stepped into the picture. No, not me, Mr. Hamilton. Yes, people almost seventy can get married, even if they do not have any parents to give approval.
Russell and June Hamilton ended up marrying and selling that huge house and moving to a smaller house nearby. I visited them from time to time, and while I enjoyed it, it was not as much fun as it used to be when there were only two of us.
A few years later I got married and introduced my wife to the Hamiltons, but a couple of years after I married, June talked Russell into moving to the small town where she lived before she married him. I never saw either of the Hamiltons again, even though my wife and I talked of visiting them many times. Recently, I met someone who was related to June, and she told me that Russell and June lived long enough to celebrate the silver wedding anniversary. Not bad for a couple who were almost seventy when they got married. +++
God gave us older people to give wisdom to those of us who are younger and he gave us young people so that as we age, we will never grow old, and He meant for the two of us to get together. Take the time to get to know someone whose age is much different than yours. It will make for wonderful memories, and who knows, maybe you can write a book about it some day.
Copyright 2001 Steve Demaree
To God Be The Glory!
=====
Steve Demaree
1608 Summerhill Drive
Lexington, KY 40515
(606) 271-2416
moviesteve@rocketmail.com
Submitted by Richard
