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Tag Archives: early childhood experience
Ball Two
Anchor ball. Belted ball. Cinch ball. Dunked ball. Elevated ball. Foul ball. Ground ball. High Ball. Eye ball. Jumping ball. Kept ball. Loosing ball. Mushroom ball. No ball. Out ball. Passing ball. Que ball. Ruffled ball. Snow ball. Tennis ball. … Continue reading
Day 5: Fragments Flying in the Wind
Oh, it has fallen right in that pile of wet leaves. It’s fragments of some old paper. Maybe tissue paper. Whose is it? Wait, it is a letter from Christmas past. No, that is not possible. Pasts don’t write letters. … Continue reading
Kimbark Chronicles: The Family Expands
The Family Expands “Tommy, Mother has gone to the hospital. Soon we will have a new baby in the family. Maybe even tonight.” “I hope it is a boy.” said my five-year old brother, Tommy. “Someone I can play ball … Continue reading
Cold Colorado Stream
Cold Colorado Stream My funniest recollection of a stream was while our family was camping in the mountains of Colorado at a fairly high elevation. We were with another family and having so much fun. My brother Tommy and I … Continue reading
Kimbark Chronicles: The Dining Room
Dining Room 1940s The Dining Room The dining room was the hub of activity for our house. Big dinners were everyday occurrences. By this time Ted and Jean Bloch had arrived to stay two weeks–that was a month ago. Jean … Continue reading
Kimbark Chronicles: Second Floor
Kimbark Chronicles: Second Floor Mother and I continued up the backstairs till they joined the front stairs to show Gof his room. “We have two telephones.” I boasted proudly. “The first phone was in that funny room with the back … Continue reading
Kimbark Chronicles: Relatively speaking
Relatively Speaking My uncle, Gof, lived with my family in Chicago for a couple of years. He was tall, fit and walked with a hop to his step. I was glad he lived with us. He was not one of … Continue reading
Homecoming Delight
“Today is the day that Daddy will be back with us.” my mother announced. “Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Will he wear his white straw hat with the black ribbon like when he worked in the bank in Chicago?” I asked. … Continue reading
The beginning of my travels
I was yanked out of kindergarten after only two months. That was fine with me. School did not seem nearly as fun as exploring the fields around our house in Clarendon Hills, Illinois. That October night was dark and cold. … Continue reading