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Memories. Ahhh Yes, Memories of My Life

by Sum1's Home

Rated: 13+ · Book · Community · #2224976

Writings about things that have occurred in my life. Not in Chronological Order

Things that have happened in my life, good or bad. The entries will not be in Chronological order

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Jul 7, 2024 at 1:52am
In response to "Learning To Play The French Horn"

Remarkable. I played piano but always had a secret desire to play the piccolo in the high school band. Similar reason. I was all a flutter for the trombone player. My dad played and I thought I was destined to wind up with a trombone player just like my revered father. Except for the getting rid of the liquid build up inside the brass Ew! I tried to get a peep out of a flute around that time. Not even a hint of anything resembling a musical sound. Thanks for the memory.

Sum1's Home

Jul 2, 2023 at 3:41pm
In response to "Learning To Play The French Horn"

@LeJenD'

I wrote this for a contest and was limited on my word count. I want to say though, that from the 7th grade on I could also play the Trumpet (I was terrible, I didn't have the necessary range), and the Baritone, Tuba/Sousaphone. The valve fingerings for the notes on those instruments are about the same if I remember correctly. The reason I didn't switch though is that every where I went there were plenty of children playing those instruments, and very few playing the Horn. In the 11th grade, I taught myself how to play the Trombone for stage band. I had been playing French Horn in it since the 10th grade, but face it, French Horn isn't really a jazzy type of instrument. Plus, there was no sheet music for the Horn, so I had to read the Trombone part on the Bass Clef, and in my head move each note up one note, then add an octave. I found it easy after the first couple of days, but still, Horn is not a jazzy instrument. So I taught myself to play Trombone, which I also loved. I really enjoyed being asked to do an ad-lib solo too, and surprised the heck out of our band director when I did my first one.

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LeJenD'

Jul 2, 2023 at 1:49pm
In response to "Learning To Play The French Horn"

I enjoyed reading this. My youngest daughter was also a French Horn player throughout her school career. She began playing in grade 6, as all students were encouraged to participate in something. She had absolutely no interest in sports, so options for extracurricular activities were limited. It pretty much left her a choice between choir and band. Shy and quiet, she chose band and after being tested on all instruments, she was assigned French Horn. She quickly excelled and by grade 7 was First Chair for the remainder of her time at school. She absolutely loved it and even participated in non-school related band appearances.

I guess I said all that to say this, thank you so much for bringing such proud and pleasant memories of my kiddo to the forefront of my thoughts. I hope you do once again pick up the Horn. The world needs more music.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Jun 19, 2023 at 11:24pm
In response to "Halloween, Circa 1988"

So... you have adult kids by now... 35 plus... 4? 6?

So if this were 1988 I have no memories of that year (car accident).

Petra reminded me of her contest and I should enter 'just because'. So many ways I could approach this. You chose 'memories'. I have too many. Even my entry on "Juneteenth" "Juneteenth"

was hard to write (because I wasn't focused and I was avoiding certain images that kept coming to mind). It rambles and I'm not happy with it.

Your response was easy to read and to-the-point. I should emulate your style.

One note for paragraph #2. It's "As" not "A". Spelling check won't catch that typo but a grammar check should.

AmyJo-Christmas wishes

Dec 31, 2022 at 11:28am
In response to "How I Met Two Hollywood Celebrities"

I love reading your stories. They are fun, and I appreciate that you take the time to share them. Maybe you should "write a book" about your adventures?

Happy New Year! Blessings and best wishes for you and yours!

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Robert Waltz

Oct 19, 2022 at 10:20pm
In response to "I Was A 'Bad' Father"

Still better than what I would have done.

"Daddy, I can't sleep, there are monsters."

"Aw, c'mon, kid. Ain't no monsters in here. Look."

I open the closet and peer inside. "See, no monsters in the closet. Lemme check the dresser."

Open all the drawers in the dresser. "Ain't no monsters in here either. Now let's check under the bed- AAAAAAH A MONSTER!"

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ForeverDreamer

Oct 5, 2022 at 10:59pm
In response to "More 'Sea Stories"

It is good to hear your memories. My father was in the Navy during World War II. I may have mentioned this before. He was on a destroyer.

Kåre เลียม Enga

Oct 5, 2022 at 10:00pm
In response to "More 'Sea Stories"

Time wounds all heels... I need a foot massage. Oh. the. pain. seriously it's gonna hurt. My friend Bryan can make me want to scream, but he's safely in Costa Rica. Thailand... I don't do massages but I should.

At sea. I was always a serious bloke so I bore the slings of juvenility growing up. I never really learned how to deal with it. Would've been nice if sum1 would have helped.

Young, dumb and afraid/unafraid comes to mind. I weep for the cannon-fodder in Ukraine.

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Kåre เลียม Enga

Aug 27, 2022 at 6:25pm
In response to "Starting A Nuclear Reactor"

Informative... but not TOO informative.

I suspect that most working under these conditions are 1. mature (serious versus panksters) and 2. young. I'm too old and need naps.

Oops... there she blows!

ForeverDreamer

Aug 27, 2022 at 6:25pm
In response to "Starting A Nuclear Reactor"

Thank you for writing more about your submarine experience. this is a good overview of how a nuclear reactor aboard a submarine works without giving away any classified information.

May 30, 2021 at 4:41pm

#1011022

A Day At The Races

A Day At The Races

Okay, so I wasn't actually at a race, but I spent the early afternoon watching the Indianapolis 500. I believe this is the first time I've been able to watch this the whole time. There's always been something that popped up to interfere with my viewing pleasure, but it's been okay. I feel a little history is in order.

I've been an Indy-car fan for over 60 years now. It started when we lived in Milwaukee Wisconsin from 1960 to 1962. The Wisconsin State Fair held a Indy-Car race during the fair, and I listened with my father to the race both years we were there. Being only 6 or 7, I quickly grew to idolize one of the racers, Eddie Sachs. Every year my father would prepare a sheet to document the Indy 500 race standings every 25 miles of the race. This was 1962 or so, he would prepare this paper before the race, and fill it out as the race progressed. Sadly, my idol and Indy-car hero was killed in a horrific crash on lap 2 of the 1964 Indy 500. But filling that paper out, listening to the race on the radio, became a 'thing' for me. Yet I never listened (or watched, once it came to the television) a complete race. Today I did that, and loved every minute of it. Helio Castroneves became the fourth driver to win the race 4 times. This was last done in 1991 by Rick Mears. He joins the elite group of Rick Mears, A.J. Foyt, and Al Unser.

Five years ago I was given the birthday gift of a lifetime. I was given the chance to take a 30 minute course on driving an Indy-car, then had the opportunity to actually drive one on the Chicagoland Speedway! It wasn't new by any means, was probably a good 10-15 years old, and had an engine limiter on it so you couldn't go faster than 175 mph. Still.... I was in heaven. During the course, they told us a few things, one of them being to put the pedal to the metal and don't let up. The car would not skid or flip on us. They were right. My fastest lap ended up being right at 150 mph. Not quite what I'd hoped to reach, yet at the same time, faster than I thought I was going while in the car. Yes, that's the car I drove in the photo below. A special gift, a special day, and for me, a special race. Now to see about maybe getting tickets to the race one day.

Jim Dorrell

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