These were my father s new views, and in this radical change of life he had persuaded a few...
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MARX, FREUD, LOVE, AND THE LIBIDO
Odyssey of a Liberal by Freda Utley Chapter 7 Temple and I both belonged to the "1917 Club" on...
A Message For You: 1947
CHAPTER 18 Vital Thebeau 1947 My brother Camille and I worked in the woods all winter. We had...
A Message For You: Wagons & Wheelchairs
CHAPTER 16 One day there was a guy that come into the shop and asked dad if he could make him a...
A Joke
Three men on their way to an important business pitch learn their flight is canceled during a...
A Message For You
By Vital Thebeau CHAPTER 15 My mother and father were very smart; they didn't have a lot of...
Odyssey of a Liberal – Travelling Left in Bohemia
Chapter 6 TRAVELLING LEFT IN BOHEMIA By Freda Utley Before the war ended I had attained a position of some responsibility as a "Junior Administrative Assistant" at the War Office earning a salary of £250 a year which rendered life easier for me and mother before my...
Coffee with Coco: Salme Stories
Salme Stories – A Mother’s Journey Part 2 There is such unrest in the air today. Isis. Plummeting oil prices. Crashing economies. Job losses. The ever-present causes and effects of homelessness and hardship. Some say life is a choice. Life says it is pure chance....
Coffee with Coco: Salme Stories
Salme Stories - A Mother's Journey Part 1 When I was a little girl I remember my sisters and I getting ready for bed. We would be so excited to stay up a 'few more minutes' because Mom said she would tell us a 'Salme Story' before we went to sleep. Our Mom. Salme. We...
An Ode to Leggings
I'd write an ode to leggings the most comforting of "pants",But a picture's worth a thousand words, a vis'ual dalliance.But then I'd have to take a photo, one or two or three,and put them up online to let the whole wide world in to see.Instead of celebrating thus and...
War Years
Odyssey of a Liberal Ch. 5 - The War Years My departure from Prior's Field in August 1915 marked the end of my jeunesse dorée. I was plunged from affluence and security into poverty and a hard struggle for existence. Nor was the transition made by slow and easy...