http://slow.writerscafe.org/pumper The original writings of author Samuel Dickens en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775948512 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Mudd is their name. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/3123950/ A brief history http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2962392/ MLK and Jimmy Carter have jury duty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2961982/ From my father's memoires, lightly edited by me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2954981/ a silly poem about cars and romance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2953184/ A memoire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2948393/ It's who I am. Written for Emma's group. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2947152/ My time on the USS Ranger. (This one is naughty) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2946612/ True tales about my experiences in the US Navy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2946483/ You'll figure it out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2945742/ A memoire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2943561/ It's the season! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2942857/  They say youshouldn't bathe your catbut mine suredidn't careThoughafterwards, I coughed and spatTwo slimyballs of hair! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2910820/ A simple poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2910417/ When I was a sailor visiting the Scottish city. A very short memoire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2908031/ a lamentation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2903428/ Dad earns big money http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2898332/ Don't blink, or you'll miss it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2840557/ A memoire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2800584/ George's mind is messed up, and women are to blame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2797799/ Crone tells Buffy how she missed out on romance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2777193/ In cold January, the shop owner thinks of summer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2776201/ Animals at a dangerous water hole http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2772449/ Mine was red and Bobby chose a blue one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2769926/ Things have changed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2765242/ Silly poem about about a naughty boy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2760628/ Life can be hard for a 12 year-old country boy. (A short sequel to "Wind Apples") http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2759884/ The poor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2582587/ Melvin might be superstitious http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2487846/ I'm not kidding http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2479608/ Inspired by a local news item http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2465786/ One hundred years ago--the time of Spanish flu and WWI. A little boy is threatened by bullies. Based on an event from my father's early life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2178840/ Honoring my niece who died on April 11, 2020. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2170487/ Navy boot camp. It was a hard way to enjoy that fabulous weather. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2169111/ Being old. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2166244/ A memoir http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2162234/  February,1977. USS Franklin D. Roosevelt. Anchored off Barcelona, Spain The sea wasrough when we made our way down the accommodation ladder, and it took a bit ofbravery just to jump from the bobbing platform onto the rising and fallingliberty boat. Once on board, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2160013/ Mother taught us never to steal or lie. Once I went withher to visit Annie Brooks and I saw an empty spool in the yard. The thread hadbeen used off of it. I thought it would be nice to play with so I put it in mypocket. When we got nearly home, I showed it to Mother and she made me take itba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2156961/ We three were best buddies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2156217/ I remember my older brothers and sisters were losingtheir baby teeth and getting new ones. Later, I wanted to get my teeth pulled,also, so I got to pulling on one of my big front teeth and I thought it wasready to be pulled, so I went up to Father and told him I wanted him to pull myteeth. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2153192/ One day after a big rain, I started to the creek to fishand I was going through a cornfield where water was standing in the middle ofthe rows of corn, and, to my surprise there was a fish flopping around in thewater. It was a perch about six inches long. How it got there has always been amys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2152992/ We had a little feisty dog that we just loved. He wouldscratch on the door when he wanted to come in and warm by the fireplace in coldweather. We didn't let him stay in very long. He was a good squirrel dog. Onetime he treed a skunk in a bluff. Father stopped up the hole it was in and Iwent .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2152494/ We moved to the Edmond Yandell place that year of 1917.The dreadful Spanish influenza hit America this winter of 1917 and 1918.  It killed thousands of older Americans andsome young people. We all took it and only Father and Dick stayed well enoughto keep the fires going. They carried pin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2152120/ I must have been about five when I went to school parttime with my older sisters, Nettie and Hettie. I remember I had the ABC'spasted on a piece of cardboard and that was all I was supposed to do--justlearn my ABC's. It was boring sitting there, listening to all the otherclasses. I believe a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2151416/ We always looked forward to Christmas. We would hang oursocks by the fireplace so old Santa Claus could come down the chimney and fillthem with candy, oranges, etc. Sometimes he almost missed us, but we always gotsomething. I got tired of waiting for Christmas one time and hung my socks upby.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2151409/ Father tells of his earliest beginnings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2151307/ Not my writing, but my father's. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2151305/ Mathew stands watch http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2147638/ A true story about my father. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2147168/ It's what's for breakfast! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pumper/2146479/