CREEK ROAD GANG
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Contents: November 2009
Thoughts from the Editor ~ Kate Lydon
Stories
Of Mouse and Man ~ Jo Christian Babich
The Gift ~ Kitty Kono
The Autobiography of Nathaniel Watson Ladd, part 2
Poetry
John Prodoehl ~ A Poem
Custody Battle
Joe Quinton ~ Four Poems
Together
Hexagram 16 Harmony
Time
Night
Zea Ginsburg Piver ~ Three Poems
Vigilance
Winter
Never Say Never
Stories
Apple Strudel Day! ~ Len Gottesman
The kitchen was the center of the house. The center of everything, and our white enameled metal top table, was in the middle of the kitchen. Today, the table was covered with a big white cloth. Mother and Aunt Annie wore white aprons. The ball of dough was in a big white bowl and ready to be stretched.
Driving Lessons ~ Sandy Lichtenstein
Twin sisters remember learning to drive:
Seriously- I didn’t know you could lift your hands off the steering wheel one at a time, so when I went to make a turn, I would keep both my hands in the same position on the wheel and try to turn it– my whole body would end up turning, not the car!
My Dining Room Table ~ Jackie Echteler
The living room chairs, couch and rocker are long gone; in fact their replacements are gone, too. The kids broke the desk chair when all three of them climbed on it while fighting over who could use the computer.
"You Don't Mean It, Dear!" ~ Kate Lydon
Then she began to praise me as lavishly as if I had been an alcoholic drug addict who died young while riding a horse.
Invasion of the Soccer Mom Pods ~ Patrick Carmody
Watch
out: Aliens are back and they're snatching people again. I know this
because my wife has been replaced by a pod, a Soccer Mom Pod.The kitchen was the center of the house. The center of everything, and our white enameled metal top table, was in the middle of the kitchen. Today, the table was covered with a big white cloth. Mother and Aunt Annie wore white aprons. The ball of dough was in a big white bowl and ready to be stretched.
Driving Lessons ~ Sandy Lichtenstein
Twin sisters remember learning to drive:
Seriously- I didn’t know you could lift your hands off the steering wheel one at a time, so when I went to make a turn, I would keep both my hands in the same position on the wheel and try to turn it– my whole body would end up turning, not the car!
My Dining Room Table ~ Jackie Echteler
The living room chairs, couch and rocker are long gone; in fact their replacements are gone, too. The kids broke the desk chair when all three of them climbed on it while fighting over who could use the computer.
"You Don't Mean It, Dear!" ~ Kate Lydon
Then she began to praise me as lavishly as if I had been an alcoholic drug addict who died young while riding a horse.
Invasion of the Soccer Mom Pods ~ Patrick Carmody
Of Mouse and Man ~ Jo Christian Babich
I now have verification of
something I've long suspected: Walter, my Captain Courageous, who would
battle flood, flame, and possibly grizzly bear to protect me, would
abandon me in a trice if peril should appear in the form of mouse.
The Gift ~ Kitty Kono
Maybe it was too cheap. Or
maybe he didn’t drink red wine. Or maybe he was put off by the simple
bag rather than good wrapping paper.
The Autobiography of Nathaniel Watson Ladd, part 2
On my father's death in February
1862, I remember that my grandfather Ladd walked the floor for hours,
thinking what could be done for our family and he finally found the
place for me in Tilton and places on adjoining farms in Canterbury for
my younger brothers.
Poetry
John Prodoehl ~ A Poem
Custody Battle
Joe Quinton ~ Four Poems
Together
Hexagram 16 Harmony
Time
Night
Zea Ginsburg Piver ~ Three Poems
Vigilance
Winter
Never Say Never
