Here’s a fun account from my dad’s childhood, a memory he carried with him all his life.

I can imagine all my dad’s actions when he told us this story.

Enjoy.

My dad was a storyteller, not a writer. Luckily, before he passed away, Dad wrote down a few of the stories he told us. Here is one example.

I used some of Dad’s stories in my novel, Chicken Charlie’s Year. Here’s a link to it if you’d like to take a look my book. (It is also in the Muehl Public Library.)