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Post by puffy on Aug 25, 2017 16:31:14 GMT -5
When I was a little fella after the day's work was done and supper was finished the old timers would sit around the wood stove smoke cigars,pipes and tell stories to each other.I later learned that not quite all of them were true.That didn't change the fact that I enjoyed listening to them...My wife says that I talk in stories.Maybe in some small way it takes me back to those old timers.In a way this place does that to.I can come here and tell my small stories and hope that at least a few will find them to be worth reading.I wish that we could all sit around the wood stove,smoke cigars and our pipes and tell stories to each other even if not quite all of them are true...I have another story for Monday stay tuned.
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Post by JimInks on Aug 25, 2017 16:42:24 GMT -5
When I was a little fella after the day's work was done and supper was finished the old timers would sit around the wood stove smoke cigars,pipes and tell stories to each other.I later learned that not quite all of them were true.That didn't change the fact that I enjoyed listening to them...My wife says that I talk in stories.Maybe in some small way it takes me back to those old timers.In a way this place does that to.I can come here and tell my small stories and hope that at least a few will find them to be worth reading.I wish that we could all sit around the wood stove,smoke cigars and our pipes and tell stories to each other even if not quite all of them are true...I have another story for Monday stay tuned. You're preaching to the converted. I've always been a story teller, and luckily for me, I've had a wide variety of experiences to talk about. back when I was playing semi-pro baseball, our shortstop that year said to me, "Eveything's a story with you, isn't it?" I ignored the sarcasm and said, "Everything has a story." Well, I might be talkative, but at least I'm interesting.  |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 16:51:30 GMT -5
Stories from a good orator survive repeating and often grow better with each iteration. From an ungifted speaker they become tedious and annoying. Having heard you on the podcast twice, Jim and from reading your posts, I can say that I enjoy your gift of gab.
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Post by oldcajun123 on Aug 25, 2017 17:33:32 GMT -5
Yes Indeed a good Story has me every time, Cajuns talk in stories, wave their hands, make facial movements, the better the Story the more movement. Old saying to the Cajuns I know, don't ask them what time it is, they"ll tell you how to make a watch.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 19:52:00 GMT -5
Some of the stories told in the bygone days were made to teach the listener something important. It was the way things were taught and learned. Things learned by oral tradition has a long life.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 21:46:08 GMT -5
Growing up I didn't have as many friends as my other brothers were more active than I was. I hung around my parents. If other parents came over to play cards and brought their kids, I would hang around there and listen, occasionally speaking up.
I have listened to my dad's stories all my life. he's almost 91. WW2, The Depression, Baseball Heroes, and stories of his parents, my grands.
In young adulthood all of my friends were older. Xuan's and my best friends were forty years over us. Buddy Elmer and I would smoke cigars or pipes and share stories. Mine were OK, but his were about spotting for booze running during Prohibition. There was how he managed to get meat for his customers during rationing. How his son came to buy a house that had mob ties.
Anyway, mom encourages me to write this stuff down. Technically, this is a post about stories, not stories, but honestly, listening to a good story on the radio (I love old radio shows) or reading something from an online friend here can really make a day or life. Please do share. I'll remember your stories, too
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Post by JimInks on Aug 25, 2017 21:48:37 GMT -5
Stories from a good orator survive repeating and often grow better with each iteration. From an ungifted speaker they become tedious and annoying. Having heard you on the podcast twice, Jim and from reading your posts, I can say that I enjoy your gift of gab. Thank you. The most fun I ever had, career-wise, was when I did a radio talk show. We told all kinds of stories in those days... most of the were even true, lol. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 21:52:05 GMT -5
Someone (not here) was mentioning that Pipe Smoking didn't lend itself to group sports. I totally disagree. Sitting around with pipe and cola telling tales is as good as the old campfire
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 22:05:35 GMT -5
The thread title reminded me of a folk rock song: Stories We Could Tell, but I have forgotten the artist.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 22:07:44 GMT -5
The thread title reminded me of a folk rock song: Stories We Could Tell, but I have forgotten the artist. Then the forgetting becomes part of the story |
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Post by papipeguy on Aug 25, 2017 22:50:53 GMT -5
My wife's family is Italian from Brooklyn, NY. Story telling with that group is real theater and I have a feeling that most of the stories are true.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 23:03:48 GMT -5
We need some good stories on here.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 6:02:26 GMT -5
I grew up listening to stories from the older generation. It might be becoming a lost art.
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Post by sparks on Aug 26, 2017 7:18:50 GMT -5
I grew up listening to stories from the older generation. It might be becoming a lost art. Yep, total agreement here. My Mother had me pretty young, so at the time there were no other kids my age around. The only place for me to be was around the kitchen table with my Grandpa and great Aunts and Uncles. Man, the stories were great. I just wish I could remember half of them. When we get together for family reunions, my cousin Jerry can still spin a good yarn. |
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Post by crapgame on Aug 26, 2017 16:15:55 GMT -5
I am cursed with the gift of gab...I have a story for every thing...
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Post by Ronv69 on Aug 27, 2017 0:58:43 GMT -5
One of my favorite memories is sitting on the porch of my uncle Zachs farmhouse leaned back in the ladder back chairs with a deer hide seats and hair still attached, rolling Bull Durham cig for him while he told stories about the old days in the East Texas Piney Woods. I was the best 8 year old cigarette roller around. As long as I kept rolling, he would keep telling stories.
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Post by pappyjoe on Aug 27, 2017 8:13:28 GMT -5
Back in my high school day's, I had an Advanced English teacher who taught us that in her opinion the best writers were story tellers whose writing was like they were sitting in front of you telling a story. She said it was the same if it was a book, a magazine or a newspaper. I later learned that it was called "conversational writing" by some professors and instructors. It was the way I learned to write professionally and one of the things I stressed to those who I supervised.
Later, when I was managing editor of a hunting and fishing magazine, it was how I taught charter fishing captains to produce readable articles. In the beginning, they would try to write how they thought an author would write. I always told them to write like they were sitting on the porch telling the story to a friend - my job was to clean up the English.
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Post by Ronv69 on Aug 27, 2017 8:36:48 GMT -5
I always loved the great gun writers, O'Connor, Askins, Skelton, and most of all Keith. Zane Grey learned a lot about story-telling characters from Elmer Keith, who guided him on several trips through the west. Keith's book "Hell, I was There' is just one great story after another. It's like sitting around the campfire with him.
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