Category: Stories by Larry
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Love You To God And Back
I am looking at a picture of a 3-year-old girl sitting on my lap at the cabin we once owned surrounded by the Mark Twain National Forest. As I look at more photos of her, my mind travels back to many special times we have had together. I am proud of the woman she now…
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Mulligans
Simply put, a mulligan is a do-over for those who play the game of golf. Hit a bad shot? Take a mulligan. Drop another ball on the spot from where you just played, and replay the shot. Then, the other shot does not count. Our son Kelly loved to play miniature golf when he was…
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THE MOST IMPORTANT TREE OF ALL
I was on my way to the valley where we once owned a cabin for many years. As I was driving, I saw it. I am sure I have seen it lots of other times. It was just a glimpse as I was driving by. Why did it bother me so much then? It was…
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Saying Grace
When I was growing up on the farm, saying grace was something we did before a meal. Our food came from my grandmother’s garden my grandmother planted. Or, from wild plants grandma and I picked around the farm. She and I gathered eggs from the chickens they raised. On special occasions, she would kill one…
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The Last Cast
He was alone on the lake. The sunrise was breathtaking. He had seen lots of mornings but none this beautiful. His first cast landed near some bushes. He felt the thump and set the hook. The largemouth bass came out of the water, trying to shake the bait. It fought hard but soon tired. He…
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The Power In Your Hands
I recently read a story titled Grandpa’s Hands. It reminded me of my Grandpa and Grandma’s hands. They were old and wrinkled, like in the story I read. They used them to survive and raise their family on the farm where I was born and spent my early years. Their hands guided me into being…
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Real Men Do Cry Sometimes
I still remember the day vividly in my mind. It was 1954. I was eight years old and walking around Grandpa and Grandma’s farm. It was where I was born and grew up. My Daisy Red Ryder BB gun is in my hand. I had been shooting at a piece of old, rusted tin hanging…
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Frog Hunters
My dad and his friend Gene were returning from a successful nighttime frog-gigging trip when Dad’s truck’s headlights went out. Looking all over, they could not find a fuse. Lucky for them, they found a .22 caliber bullet that fit perfectly into the fuse box. The headlights came on. After traveling approximately 20 miles and…
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A LUCKY LITTLE BOY
He sure is lucky, this 4-year old little boy asleep in his bed. He’s going fishing for the first time today. Mom promised him she and dad would take him if he kept his toys picked up. His room looks pretty good. Some toys are pushed under the bed or back into the closet. His…
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SUMMER NIGHTS AND TWINKLING LIGHTS
It had been a special hot summer day. I spent the whole day wading in a shaded Ozarks creek, fishing and catching crawdads. I used to do that as a child many years ago. I still do it today. I decided to stretch out on the creek bank and take a nap. I fell asleep…
