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CHAPTER FIVE Upon arriving at Tracey’s as always we would head right for the kitchen. Aunt Loretta would be in there usually setting at the kitchen table with her cup of black coffee and pack of Kool Filter Kings cigarettes. The little back and white TV that sat on the counter would be tuned into her favorite “soap”. She would either be snapping beans or peeling onions or potatoes for dinner while she kept up on the latest antics of Erica Kane or some such popular character ...

Chapter Three Murddock Jr. High School, I was twelve years old and scared to death. I mean elementary school was one thing. You got to stay in one class all day. With the same teacher and same classmates. You went to lunch together, you went to recess together. It was like one big family, you knew everybody and everybody knew you. Most of us had been in the same school together since the first grade, but now some of us were going to Jefferson Jr. High and some to Walden and some to Murddock....

    In the house on the corner where the Jackson’s dwell, lives a big dog named Stan and a cat called Noel. The cat called Noel was a most clever sort. Not tricky and sneaky like their pet hamster Mort. Now Mort was the sort that would steal all their cheese. Steal all their cheese and never say please. He stole cheese for their salads, their soups, their main dishes. He stole all their cheddars, their munsters, their swisses. He stole all their cheese. Stole all their cheese ...

Dear Ms. Einstein, Remember To Always, Always Say Please is intended to be the first in a series of Children’s books geared toward children ages 4 to 9. These books are designed to be layered with positive messages delivered in rhyme. The main focus of the books is to teach diversity and acceptance to the young reader. Synopsis The story revolves around the pets of the Jackson family. Their dog Stan, cat Noel and hamster Mort. Mort has been stealing all the families’ cheese. Stan...

CHAPTER TWO April 4th 1968 is a date that is deeply ingrained into the memories of many Americans for many different reasons. I was 6 years old and in the first grade. I was attending George Rogers Clark Elementary school and my teacher was Mrs. Bell. I can’t remember how I got home on that day. My father probably picked me up. All I really remember is all the teachers were upset and school was dismissed early. I don’t recall walking up the concrete walkway that leads from the f...