Category: My Life and Hard Times

Draft Board Nights

Part 9 of total 9 stories in series My Life and Hard Times.
  

I left the University in June, 1918, but I couldn’t get into the army on account of my sight, just as grandfather couldn’t get in on account of his age. He applied several times and each time he took off his coat and threatened to whip the men who said he was too old.

University Days

Part 8 of total 9 stories in series My Life and Hard Times.
  

I passed all the other courses that I took at my University, but I could never pass botany. This was because all botany students had to spend several hours a week in a laboratory looking through a microscope at plant cells, and I could never see through a microscope.

A Sequence of Servants

Part 6 of total 9 stories in series My Life and Hard Times.
  

When I look buck on the line of servants my mother hired during the years I lived at home, I remember clearly ten or twelve of them (we had about a hundred and sixty-two, all told, but few of them were memorable).

More Alarms at Night

Part 5 of total 9 stories in series My Life and Hard Times.
  

One of the incidents that I always think of first when I cast back over my youth is what happened the night that my father “threatened to get Buck.” This, as you will see, is not precisely a fair or accurate description of what actually occurred, but it is the way in which I and the other members of my family invariably allude to the occasion.

The Night the Ghost Got In

Part 4 of total 9 stories in series My Life and Hard Times.
  

The ghost that got into our house on the night of November 17, 1915, raised such a hullabaloo of misunderstandings that I am sorry I didn’t just let it keep on walking, and go to bed. Its advent caused my mother to throw a shoe through a window of the house next door and ended up with my grandfather shooting a patrolman.

The Day the Dam Broke

Part 3 of total 9 stories in series My Life and Hard Times.
  

My memories of what my family and I went through during the 1913 flood in Ohio I would gladly forget. And yet neither the hardships we endured nor the turmoil and confusion we experienced can alter my feeling toward my native state and city.

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