Chronicled Memories

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Story (noun)
“Connected account or narration of some happening,” c. 1200, originally “narrative of important events or celebrated persons of the past,” from Old French estorie, estoire “story, chronicle, history,” from Late Latin storia, shortened from Latin historia “history, account, tale, story” (see history).


  • The Battle of Earl
    The Diabolical Duo As teenagers, me and my cousin Robert John were notorious for causing havoc, destruction, and unfathomable cruelties that were beyond description – especially when it came to our siblings. Anytime we came […]
  • The Rustling
    “If cats could talk, they probably wouldn’t” – Nan Porter
  • When Negotiations Fail
    With twelve years of experience under my belt, I considered myself an extremely adept and formidable negotiator of the highest order. Combined with two other agents, we had nearly forty years of combined training and […]
  • Sleep Baby
    Sensing the silence, I suppose I had cause to be miffed or disappointed. Let’s face it. It’s not the first time she would go radio silent on me when I began sharing my deepest, intimate […]
  • Unyielding Faith
    I have always championed the sentiment that my parents were the epitome of “true and unyielding love”. They say memories become slightly misaligned from the actual truth of the events. That might be true, but […]
  • To Trust Beyond Fear
    Although my father was a WW2 Army Air Corp officer, pilot and a veteran who flew with the prestigious and famed Flying Tiger’s under General Chenault, my Dad was more than a hotshot pilot who […]
  • The Lake
    “Okay, kids,” Mother bellowed enthusiastically. “It’s time to go to the lake. Let’s get packing.” As a child, Mom’s momentous announcement could not have come sooner. The cabin at the lake was the quintessential vacation […]
  • Lost Goodbyes
    I was twenty-one when word came from another airman that I was being summoned to the squadron commander. In my gut, I knew why I was being requested. I hastily packed my training books away […]
  • To the Left of Mrs. T
    The cross-town rivalry between our two schools was an epic event that filled bleachers and the minds of everyone who would lay witness to an epic battle. While the gymnasium resonated with the sound of […]
  • Happy Birthday Tommy
    On any given day, you could always find Mom perched in her comfy padded chair at the small eat-in kitchen table. Behind her the kitchen window was always wide open; bristling in the sounds and […]
  • They’re Not Like Bullwinkle
    As I tooled through the winding roads of the Adirondack Forest in my 1972 Volkswagen Super Beetle, dusk was fast approaching. I was still a good two hours from my final destination, Canton ATC College […]
  • The Fence Post and I
    Awakening to the frenzied sounds of the Adirondack wildlife, I found myself mumbling in a state of irritable restlessness. My consciousness resisted the temptation but even blanketing my head under the comforter provided no useful […]

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Chronicled Memories

Be with someone who loves you more, than on the days you can't love yourself at all...

Dr. Eric Perry

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