Date: August 19, 2025
What follows is a letter written by James Russell in 1925 that was placed in a time-capsule to be opened and read 100 years later.
Dear People of 2025,
It was in February of 1854 that I went to live with my aunt and uncle in Austin, Texas. My ma and pa died in a …
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I’ve talked about it before and I suppose it’s one of those things that I will just keep coming back to. The subject is perspective. Our perspective on a given event or issue quite often changes with time. I’d like to tell you about one such event in my life. I call it “The Great Clipper…
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This is a fiction short story. I get the notion to write these from time to time. I hope you like it.
I had just mustered out of the army in July of 1952 when I met my Annie. I was 21 and she was 18. I had spent the last 6 months of my time in the army recovering in two different V…
From an early age I loved to read. I remember some of the books that I first had such as the ”Little Golden Books” and books about dinosaurs, the animal kingdom, and fairy tale books. By the time I was 6-years-old I was doing my best to read some of my father’s science fiction novels. Th…
I graduated from high school in May of 1974. I was about in the middle of my class rankings in a class of 726 graduating seniors. To be honest, I didn’t do my best throughout high school. I didn’t have to study much to “get by” with a B. I remember in my sophomore year being asked about …
When I was growing up my father had two responses that he would give if we complained that something wasn’t fair. The conversation might go something like this:
“That’s not fair!” I complained.
“It’s no circus either.” Dad replied.…
I want to tell you about a boy named Curtis. I was in 4th grade when I met Curtis. I went to Bonham Elementary School in Bryan, Texas. It was a small school with a total of 12 classes. There were two classes per grade from 1st through 6th grade. My teacher was a terrific teach…
What follows is a work of fiction, but a wonderfully pleasant fiction . . .
I awoke to the smell of bacon and biscuits cooking. It was a wonderful aroma that stirred my stomach with anticipation. As I laid there in bed enjoying the moment my eyes suddenly opened w…
