Here is your assignment if you choose to play along (cue the Mission Impossible music, please!):
1) Have you written your memoirs yet? If so, please share with us one story from your childhood. If not, then start your memoirs! The story could be a memory of your family life, your schoolwork, your neighborhood, etc. It doesn't have to be a certain length - just something you recall.
2) Tell us about it in your own blog post, in a comment to this blog post, or in a post on Facebook or Google Plus.
The Paper Route and the Flexies
As a teenager (aged 12 to 16, as I recall), I shared a newspaper route with my brother Stan to earn money. The “Independent” was a twice a week paper, mostly advertisements and local news. Our route was between Fern Street (east) and 28th Street (west), Fir Street (north) to Date Street (south). Fir Street was three blocks down from our house on 30th Street between Hawthorn and Ivy Streets. The only customer that I remember was old Mr. Stotler. He would give us extra money if we would learn something new – the National Parks, the alphabet backwards, etc. I can still impress my kids and grandchildren by saying the alphabet backwards very fast. We delivered the folded newspapers on our Flexies, carrying them in boxes and throwing them onto the porches.