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63 Year old Disabled Viet Vet Loves Young Women.
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Large
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Caucasian
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Grey
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Hazel
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265 pounds
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72 inches
Age:
77
City:
Mesa
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United States
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Straight
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Non Smoker
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Non Drinker
Drugs:
Experimented
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Single
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Retired Army
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Boise State
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Chinese
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None
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Dodge Caravan
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Hello:
My name is Clint Pruett, I wrote this in order to make it easier for those who want to know me better. I welcome you to my world and it is my hope that the following will tell you enough about me to enable you to make a decision regarding a possible relationship between us. If you decide I am interesting enough to warrant your investing a bit of your time to know me better, I hope you will ask if you do not find the answers to any question you have that I failed to address here. I look forward to knowing you better and I hope you will tell me about yourself as I have tried to do for you. I am seeking a long term committed relationship, If that is not your interest I hope you will forgive my bothering you.
I was born February 24th 1947 in the town of Gooding in the state of Idaho in the United States. I am the only child of my mother who lives a few miles away. I only met my father on three occasions so we were never close. My mother was legally married and divorced 24 times before I was 18 years old. She was a drunk and she liked men a lot. Im glad to say she has changed her ways these days.
I was raised by my grandparents. My Grandfather was a carpenter on the Union Pacific Rail Road. He was foreman on the bridge and builders gang. He was a father to me more than a grandfather. He taught me to fish, to hunt, to repair engines and build a house. He was influential in what I have made of my life. My grandma taught me to cook and to make quilts. She taught me to read before I started school. She was like a mom.
We lived for several years in what is known as an outfit car. (see story...bird droppings and power poles). As a result we traveled a lot and lived on the rails. My life was always interesting.
Around age 10 I hired out to unload coal from box cars. I developed a good work ethic and a liking for the respect having my own income gave me. I progressed from job to job Until I had an experience that really opened my eyes. (see story....sex and ghosts)
I joined the army in 1967 and volunteered to serve in Vietnam. While there, I was shot. That, and the complications of exposure to Agent Orange, along with PTSD led to my present condition. I am classified as 100% service connected disabled by VA and as unemployable by social security administration. I have not tried to work since the year 2008. Up to that point I was an electronic technician and a part time truck driver. I have worked in just about every industry you can think of. I was called a Jack Of All Trades. But master of none in that I had just as much proficiency in everything I did. From laborrer to Xray Tech.
I worked many years as an electronic technician. I was married for 37 years and have 5 grown children who live in other states. Due to the fact that I cannot walk more than about two hundred feet at a time I get very little exorcise. As a result Im quite fat. I like to spend time in the wilderness away from the hustle of civilization. I enjoy nature and the feeling of being close to our creator when I get the opportunity to be in that setting.
I think children are the greatest blessing we have as humans. Children are an absolute joy. To see the world through a child's eyes is a truly awesome experience. I would welcome the possibility of having more children which is partly why I like young women. Women my age can no longer have children in most cases and if they could they would not have the stamina to raise them as they should be raised. I do not currently have any pets although I like dogs, cats and tropical fish.
In my life I have only had sexual contact with two women. That might help you to know I am not the worlds greatest lover and my interest is not in seeing how many women I can get in bed with. There has to be a very deep connection between us in order to get me to have sex. Im not saying I do not think it would be fun. Im saying that to me sex is a precious thing reserved for the person who owns my heart.
Relationships that are worth having involve a lot of effort on both parts. Trust loyalty and respect are all needed but also you must enjoy each others company and like being with your partner and enjoy some things in common. If those things exist then a physical relationship involving sex is a very beautiful thing. Sex is fun and very pleasurable if the persons involved really like being together. It is a means of expression that has no equal and there is nothing on earth more fulfilling than to watch your mate have a good orgasm. Without love though, its just plain sex with a great deal missing.
I Like movies and music. I have a large collection of various kinds of music. Im not much interested in classical and I do not like hip hop or rap at all. I have no interest in ballet or in functions that require wearing restrictive clothing. I am a very casual person and if nudity were acceptable id likely not wear clothes at all.
I enjoy food from various cultures. I don't care much for sushi or chicken or fowl of any kind but other than that I like lots of things especially shellfish like lobster and shrimp.
You might ask why I am lonely. My wife and I decided our lives were going in different ways. She is very active with the ladies in her church so we divorced also I guess because I do not get out to socialize much. I have little interest in listening to a bunch of old women sitting around bitching about how mistreated they were in their lives. Since it is not considered proper for a man my age to approach young ladies I can only hope that they will approach me knowing Im interested.
I have lived in all 50 states in the USA as well as 13 countries...Vietnam, Japan, Korea, Thailand, China, England, France, Turkey, Germany, Ethiopia, Canada, Mexico and the Philippines.
I like to think of myself as romantic. I enjoy giving my lady little things to show her she is on my mind. I try very hard to make certain that she knows I am pleased with her and with her body. I try to make sure she knows how grateful I am that she shares her complete person with me. I love to let my lady know her mind is as important to me as her body. I think stimulating her mind is as rewarding as it is to stimulate her body.
I open doors (when I can) and compliment her cloths and her appearance. I try to take her places I know she enjoys I try to take her out to dinner etc as often as is possible. I like her to know she is pleasing to my eye. I like to tease about such things as her panty color or lack of panties on occasion. I like her to know her sexuality is of great interest to me. I like to try to arouse her as much and as often as possible. I like kissing passionately in public. Nibbling her ear as we sit in a restaurant. Caressing her behind, as we are traversing a public area. Just many little things that keep her excited, sexually as well as mentally as much as possible.
In private I like to take my time with physical love making. I enjoy it when she participates in raising the level of her own excitement as well as mine. as an example I might ask if she is wet? If she wasn't Id have me or herself touch various parts of her anatomy. I love to look into her eyes. as she climbs to the peak of ecstasy. I like her to tell me how she feels as it goes. I like her to guide me as we both try to bring her the ultimate pleasure. I like her smell and her taste in her most private areas I am very orally oriented and I get more out of knowing my mate is satisfied than out of my personal pleasure. I can reach orgasm buy just knowing she did. An example of my idea of a sexual encounter between lovers...................................
I like to try to help my lady to experience her fantasies if indeed she is willing to share them with me. Obviously since I've only been sexually involved with two women, I have limited experience in this area. I am not a jealous person and I can go along with almost any desire she might have without her having to fear sharing her desires with me.
My lady should have interests outside our relationship. A career is not necessary, nor is a job. If she feels the need to peruse such She should not let it become a detriment to our relationship. She should always put mutual happiness before selfish indulgences.
I try to keep my lady smiling with my humor. I am by no means a standup comic, but I am considered witty by most who know me. I am faithful to a fault. I am honest and have no qualms about discussing any subject my lady wishes to address. There is never a situation that involves too much communication. Relationship problems are usually the result of too little.
The question of what characteristics a woman should have is a very hard thing to answer. At least, without the reader feeling inadequate, in some way.
1st and perhaps most important she should find me attractive. She should be comfortable with and enjoy being with me. Looks are important only so far as she does not repulse me. If I have made an effort to communicate she can be assured her looks are agreeable to me.
I prefer younger women for many reasons. Some of which should have already been addressed. I think it is human nature for a man to want a young mate. I do not try to fight nature.
She should be somewhat of a tease and she should like her own sexuality. She should not drown herself in perfume or use a lot of makeup. I do not like artificial enhancements. Nature provides what a woman needs to satisfy any man.
She should have common sense. She should be intelligent and have a desire for continued education for self enrichment. She should be open minded. She should not be callous or vindictive.
She should believe in some form of religion but not be a fanatic about it. (I cant do xxx because I might miss church) is a definite no no in my world. Church should not over rule family needs for any reason. Family should always be most important.
My lady should feel free at all times to bring her thoughts, feelings or concerns to my attention freely. If something irritates or upsets her she needs to share that information immediately not let it build into a hurtful thing. She also should be willing to accept the same from me....that is communication.
My lady should have some interests in common with me as I should with her. Enjoying mutually appreciated activities is an enhancement to any relationship.
Last but not least My lady should make known to me any feelings that her needs are not being met. there should never be a barrier between our ability to discuss any subject pleasant unpleasant good bad or indifferent.
I invite your Questions and your curiosity. I will tell you anything you want to know.. I have no secrets and Im sure you know no one is perfect. I have spent time in prison for computer theft. I have told a few lies to protect others. I have looked at women I was not married to...never touched them though. As you will read below I was a bit of a juvenile delinquent I have never been a conformist. I have always followed the voice inside that told me I was right.
As for us having children, I have an enlarged prostrate which prevents ejaculation. I am told my sperm can possibly be harvested and used to impregnate my mate. I will understand if you decide you are no longer interested in me because I cannot perform that function in the normal manner. Also I must rely on Viagra to maintain an erection and to be honest I do not know if I can still satisfy you in the normal way. My tongue will still perform well though. I can promise you Passion. I can promise you love.
I assume you are not a virgin. I must ask if you have ever been in a serious relationship. what do you feel about sex in general. how do you feel about sexual relations with a man old enough to be your dad?
My answers appear in blue
Please tell me of your self perceived faults, as I have tried to tell you mine. If in fact you feel inclined to pursue a relationship with me, I would ask some very frank questions like those that follow..
Why do you feel you could be comfortable with a man my age and in my condition?
Questions
How many committed relationships have you had in your life?
Two
Do you enjoy traveling by car just on the spur of the moment with no clear destination in mind?
Yes I do it quite often.
Do you like kissing?
Yes I do very much.
Have you ever kissed a toothless man?
No I have not...or a toothless woman either he he he.
Do you like sex?
Yes I do very much but it is not nearly as important as it was when I was your age.
How old were you the first time you had sex?
I was eight she was twelve
Do you remember your first orgasm? How old were you at the time? was it self induced or did you have a partner?
Yes I was 12 playing with myself in the shower.
How many sexual partners have you had in your life?
Two so you can see I am not the worlds greatest lover.
What position or type of sex do you like best?
I prefer woman superior and I enjoy giving oral sex most.
How often would you have sex if it were left to your choice?
Daily
How important is sex to you?
I love the idea of giving pleasure to my mate but just for me I can take it or leave it without missing anything.
Have you ever had sex in a public place?
Yes...At the movies
What is your favorite Sexual fantasy?
At present I would say having My sweet Princess teach me to give her pleasure.
Have you ever had sex with more than one person at the same time?
No I have not.
Do you enjoy oral sex as the recipient?
It is ok but I get more pleasure from giving.
Have you ever had sex with another girl?
No I have never had any desire for sex with a male.
Do you enjoy being looked at knowing that the person looking at you is excited by your body?
Yes I used to like my wife to look it always made her Horney.
What do you feel is the most appealing part of your body to the opposite sex?
My beard
Have you ever gone without underwear while wearing a dress?
No Ive never warn a dress but I dont wear underwear either.
Do you masturbate? if yes have you ever been watched? Does the thought of being watched by your lover bother you or excite you?
Yes I do Yes I have I get excited as hell thinking of mutual masturbation with you.
Have you ever been in a relationship with a man my age?
No I have not My ex was 6 years younger than me.
Why do you feel it would be successful for us to be together as mates?
Because I would be the most devoted mate she could ever want.
What is your favorite color?
Baby Blue
Do you like music?
Yes
What is your favorite song?
Hotel California by the Eagles.
What is your favorite movie?
The count of Monte Cristo
Do you enjoy camping?
Yes I do
Do you like fishing?
Yes I do.
Do you like hunting?
Yes but my disabilities prevent my doing much anymore.
Have you ever been to another country?
Yes I have lived in all 50 states and 13 countries.
If you could choose any place in the world to visitwhere would it be?
A place that you would like to show me.
What do you feel is the most fun thing you have done so far in your life?
ride my ATV
Do you drive? Do you enjoy driving?
Yes and I enjoy it immensely.
Do you prefer to travel by air or ground when going a long distance for non recreational purposes?
Air for business Car or train for pleasure.
What type food do you like best?
Chinese
What is your favorite dish to prepare yourself?
Chile
Do you like to eat out?
Yes
What is your favorite season of the year?
Spring
What is your favorite sport?
None
Do you prefer seeing movies in a theater or in your home?
Either is cool
What person or group of musicians do you like best?
Marty Robbins
Who is your favorite movie star?
John Wayne
What type of clothing do you prefer to wear?
Coveralls
If you decide to answer these questions...please be as detailed as you can. Please understand I would not have asked if I thought the answers were not important to our success in pursuit of a lasting relationship. I am not asking these things for purposes of self gratification. Only to see how you think and feel regarding such matters. it is my opinion that if we cannot enjoy sex we have no real chance of a real relationship. please tell me your thoughts as well.
When I first returned from Vietnam (where my disabilities were incurred) I lived in a bottle for a couple years. I was heavily into drugs. there was nothing I would not do to escape the horrors of that war. I am thankful that I woke up in time to save myself from total destruction. I have not had a drink or a non prescribed drug in more than 20 years.
True stories of my younger days
The Rock and the Haystack:
(married in self defense)
Everyone has heard stories of childhood sweethearts. This is such a story. It is a true account of one of many incidents in my life.
I have known my wife for most of her life. She was four years old when I first met her. I was 5 years older than she at that time. Nine years old. I met her older brother when they moved to Glenns Ferry Idaho
Her brothers and I became very close friends and I soon began spending a lot of my time at their farm. The farm in question was literally on the banks of the snake river so we always had a lot to occupy our free time. We fished swam threw rocks at floating debris and everything one could think of to do in or near a river.
There were two sisters in the family. Janice the eldest and Rita the youngest. The girls were often involved in our activities and somehow Janice decided she was in love with me. She told me in no uncertain terms that she planned to marry me.
I was not so interested in love and such at that age so I just let life pass and never tried to convince her otherwise. About a year and a half passed and one day a neighbor girl was over playing with us. She decided she wanted to kiss me so she did.
Unbeknownst to my Janice was watching this little exchange of personal exploration. She decided it was time to get even.
She was about 5 and three quarter years old at that point. She decided that it would be a good attention grabber if she hit me with something. With that in mind she hauled a thirty odd pound rock up the stairs on the two and a half story barn into the hay loft. She then rolled this small boulder to the double doors looking out into the barnyard.
She called out CLINT! CLINT! I looked around and not seeing her went back to swimming in the pool the cows drank from with her brothers. Again she hollered I finally looked up and saw she was up in the loft. She motioned that she wanted me to come over where she was. I did and as I looked up at her she pushed the rock off the ledge.
The rock hit me in the left temple on the forehead. The next thing I knew I awoke. It was very dark and very scratchy and my head was very swollen. I had no clue why I found myself buried under the hay out in the middle of a forty acre field. I was quite groggy and very confused.
I finally made my way out from under the hay. My left eye was swollen shut and I had a very large bump right above it. I then recalled the rock coming at me. I thought that my eye had been knocked up onto my forehead under the skin. I had been unconscious for somewhere between four and six hours.
I made my way to the house. Their parents took me to my home and in turn I was taken to the hospital in mountain home28 miles west.
I had a concussion. I was very unsteady for a few days and had a headache that I would not wish upon my worst enemy. Later I learned that the reason I found myself buried in the haystack was because everyone thought I was dead so the brothers hid my body while they tried to figure out what to do. They were afraid that Janice would get put in jail.
I learned then to take very seriously everything my now wife said. I wish she would have just told me how angry she was instead of going to all the effort to demonstrate her anger. I still have a depression in my skull above my left eye. Every time I touch my brow I am reminded of my dear wifes love.
A Near Death Experience
Not too long after the burial in the haystack another fun incident took place on the same farm.
On this farm there was an artesian well. The water from this well came out of the ground at about 125 degrees .It smelled like rotten eggs (sulfur) and tasted terrible. The well had a 4 inch fire hose attached to it and the gate valve wheel was about three feet in diameter. When just barely turned on it produced well over 150 gallons per minute.
Also on the farm was a large collection of old unused farm implements. One of these was an old combine.
I do not know if you are familiar with a combine or not but it has three levels of steel chainlike belts that move the grain through the machine. On these chains there are fingers of steel which point up from the chain belt. So on the lower level the fingers are all pointing up and the fingers on the middle chain are pointing down. The space between the chains is about a foot and a half.
One fine day we children were playing hide and seek. Janice was it. I decided I would hide in the space between the chains. I did not realize my sweet wife of the future was peeking and saw me hide.
She dragged the hose from the well over to the combine and put it in a hole in the top of the machine. She then went back to the gate valve and tried to turn it on. She could not move it so she got a long pipe and using it as a lever she turned it full on thinking it would be funny to get me wet.
Well not only did she get me wet I got hung up between the teeth on the chains and could not get out. The machine was filling very rapidly and I knew I was in deep do do. I began to holler help. She began to laugh. I began to gurgle and gag as the water covered me completely.
I was just on the edge of loosing consciousness when her brother managed to open a door on the bottom of the machine. The water rushed out and took me with it. That is as close to drowning as I ever want to get.
Makes you wonder why I ever married her dont it. I think she had me under total control. Even then!
The Great Train Robbery:
I played as a child on the railroad tracks. Not the most usual play area I know but when you live on a train I guess the local track is like anyone elses front yard. I lived in what was called an outfit car. My grandfather was a carpenter on the bridge and builders gang at the time. On the occasion of the incident described here we were parked in our home town of Glenns Ferry Idaho.
Most of my friends were in this small town at that point in my life. The two Irving brothers and a kid named Dick Isenheart were my best friends then. I was 10 going on 11 years old at the time.
Being bored and having little to do we were messing around by the creek under the railroad bridge when a freight train was put on the siding near where we were playing. We noticed a group refrigerated cars (rare at that time and not truly refrigerated just packed with ice) with the word Hersheys CHOCOLATE on them.
The doors on the cars were sealed of Crosse but living on a train I was familiar with the fact that the access doors on top of them were left open to allow ice to be put into the car.
What 11 year old have you ever seen who does not recognize the word Hershey a rolling gold mine was the thought we all had. After much persuasion on the part of the Irvings Dick and I decided to help them acquire some candy bars that they were to sell and split the money with us.
I crawled into the car and was passing cases of candy up to the rest of them. Being inside the car I was not aware that they all ran when our local cop showed up. Seeing a couple of kids on the top of a refrigerated car left little imagination as to their purpose in being there. The next thing I knew was the fact that I was handing a case of almond candy bars to my favorite adversary. The cop !
Well you guessed it I was arrested for train robbery. As a result I got to spend six months in a little known resort call Saint Anthony Idaho. I was billeted with the cream of the Idaho youth. Thieves and thugs of all descriptions. I learned a lot about how to hide my feelings there and to shut myself off from everyone.
Before I left for this nice vacation I told my good buddy the cop that I would get even with him. That will be the subject of tomorrows little paragraph of my life.
This is almost like the old radio programs isnt it?
The Great Glenns Ferry Bank Robbery:
As a young man I lived with my grandparents. My mother was sometimes there sometimes not. She was young when I was born16 I think and unmarried at the time of my birth. She married my (supposed) father and lived with him only two weeks. She liked men and was unable to be happy with just one. She would have been classed as a whore but the fact that she never charged for it was the best reason she was not. Anyway the local cop wanted her favors and she always refused him. This was the main reason I was arrested for the incident at the bank.
I have always been a night owl. I guess I was born that way. I would wander the streets and alleys at night just cause I loved the feeling of peace and quiet. I was walking past the local bank one night when I heard a cat in obvious distress. The sound was coming from the coal shoot of the bank. I crawled inside to see if I could free the animal. I bumped into something which set off the burglar alarm. The next thing I knew I was surrounded by several of the town fathers. I was arrested and put in the jail and scarred out of my wits.
The next day I appeared before the town justice of the piece my uncle who chewed my tail for a good thirty minutes and finally dismissed the charges. I hear he later also chewed the local cop quite badly for acting like an idiot.
Since at that time I hung around with a couple of brothers who had a reputation of being rather creative in interpreting Wright and wrong we were soon referred to as the Irving gangafter the brothers in question. We had many adventures together and I guess they were the best friends I ever had as a child.
The Great Assault:
Not long after I returned to Glenns Ferry our local lawman found his life plagued with strange things. Things like getting in his car and it not moving cause the wheels were about an inch off of the ground. Things like his drivers seat covered in honey and ants. Things like womens underclothes being found in his mail box things like used condoms flying as a flag from his radio antenna and various other things of a low nature.
I had many days to plan my revenge. I spent many hours trying to figure out a way to cause this man to feel like a fool. I hit upon a plan I thought would be very apt to cause him to lose his cool completely.
In those days before electronic ignition systems cars had a distributor with points and a condenser inside. This condenser was a unique device in that it was a metal can with a wire on one end. It could be charged to a very high voltage (around 30000) and it would hold that charge until a discharge path was provided by something touching the end of the wire and the metal body of it at the same time.
The charging process was simple. Just lay the device on the engine block. Remove one of the spark plug wires and crank the engine over while someone held the wire so the spark would arc to the wire end of the condenser a few times.
As long as one held the body of the device or the wire without touching both ends it was harmless and would not hurt you. If you touched both ends of it though it would knock a large man on his butt!
I found my victim in a crowded bar amongst his cronies. This was on a Saturday and all the auto parts persons closed on weekends so I knew I was covered. I hollered at him HEY SCUDDER(his name was Scudder Sponsor) WHERE CAN I GET ONE OF THESE TODAY? He said let me see it. I tossed it to him. He caught it by the body and of Crosse he touched the wire with the other hand.
It knocked him down and he peed his pants on the spot. He picked it up intending to throw it at me. It got him again. The whole room erupted in hilarious laughter. And I was gone in a flash. Laughing myself silly.
Well come Monday he showed up at my outfit car with a warrant for my arrest for assault with intent to harm. I was again put in the cell but this time I had the satisfaction of having earned my being there. My uncle refused to hear the case so it was transferred to mountain home Idaho the County Seat. The circuit court judge threw the case out as being frivolous and not worth the courts time to handle it. He was pretty hard on Mr. Spencer when he told him that in his opinion he had earned all the dirty tricks played upon him.
The outcome of this episode resulted in a truce between Scudder and I. We actually came to be friends in later years. Just goes to show that life is unpredictable?
Bird Droppings And Power Poles
I can hear the sound of a hoot owl calling inquisitively as I walk along alone in the early evening stepping from tie to tie or balancing precariously on a rail. I can smell the pungent odor of creosote mixed with the piney scent of the thick forest on either side of the track. There is only the sighing of the slight breeze through the trees and the tap tap tap of my feet on the ties to be heard.
This is one of my fondest memories of childhood. I was raised by my grandparents and spent most of my early years living in an outfit car. This is like a mobile home only it travels on rails instead of highways.
As the tap tap tap of my feet on the ties fades from my mind I see the tail end of a line of shining cars parked on a siding in the foothills of the rocky mountains their silver paint reflecting the late afternoon sun so brightly that my eyes hurt at the sight. As I come closer to the cars I see a box car the old wooden type with pieces of rail running from one side to the other about four feet above the floor. These rail shaving been designed as braces were a favorite playground for the children of the camp.
As human nature must dictate somewhere in our genetics I think it must have been because this car was considered dangerous that we children decided this was a good place to play. the danger in this case was in the contents of the car which was quick-lime. This product was used in the garbage pits and the outhouses to speed the process of decomposition. We children used to dare one another to walk the rails in the lime car to prove how brave and surefooted we were. In my case I wound up proving how stupid I was. I fell off and nearly lost my eyesight as a result.
To this day when I see bird droppings or any other thing that remind me of lime I can hear in my mind the crying and cursing which took place at the time my grandmother crying and my grandfather cursing while I was just trying to endure the pain in my eyes as the cold water was sprayed continually in my face in an effort to wash all the quicklime from my eyes.
I suppose for most people living in the present time memories such as the one described above would see them as those of an adventure like a camping trip or some similar thing. To me though these are memories of the only home I knew as a child. I still have feelings as close to what homesickness must be as I picture it when I hear the whistle of a train or smell the creosote on a power pole. I still hear the sounds of steam locomotives in my mind and I guess I will hear the clicking and clacking of trains until I am dead and buried whereas most people have memories of the smells of a kitchen and a quiet evening on a porch I have bird droppings and power poles to remind me of home. Its a shame that the day of the railroad is almost past. Its a lot like a home falling to ruin.
Sex and Ghosts
I Think it is absolutely amazing how much smarter. My mother who
always extolled the virtues of a good education has become in the past twenty-seven years. At sixteen I was convinced that I was the smartest most intelligent and independent person in the whole world not to mention the small community of Glenns Ferry Idaho and that my mother was very likely a complete dummy. After all how, or better yet, what, could school teach me? - I knew everything!
Being the all wise all knowing individual I was I decided I no longer needed to waste my time and talents with such a boring trivial inconsequential thing as high school. The time had come for me to move on to bigger and more important things: Money! Girls! Independence! I quit high school and took a job as sexton's assistant for the city of Glenns Ferry.
Of course being the supremely intelligent individual I was the only two things about the job that really registered in my mind were that it had some relation to sex (sexton's assistant) and the pay was $7.50 per hour. At sixteen I was just as interested in sex and money as I am today and $7.50 per hour twenty-seven years ago was worth a damn site more than it is today. Imagine me getting paid for something associated with sex.
Imagine the total consternation I felt when I discovered that my job was in fact not related to sex but to cemeteries and the upkeep of graves and to the care and general cleaning of the city morgue.
I decided that even though my new job was not going to be as exciting as I had pictured it I could still make my life rather exciting with the aid of the monetary recompense being offered in exchange for such mundane and menial chores as: cutting grass polishing headstones and sweeping floors in the city morgue. Of course there were other more exotic duties to be performed as well. Duties such as digging graves planting flowers and pruning trees and shrubs. As the majority of these activities were performed and some were quite physical I kept myself at that time in reasonable shape as well as earning a pretty good salary which was quickly spent on rent food clothes and laundry. What was left I used for transportation and recreation.
Because my responsibilities included cleaning the morgue as well as those duties in the cemetery I would quite often do my morgue - related chores in the late evenings after I had supper and after the place was deserted for the night. It was seldom the morgue was used for the actual purpose it was intended and even more rarely was it used to house unembalmed cadavers. However there were some exceptions to the general routine of daily life in our small town. One such incident occurred one summer night after an automobile accident outside town.
On this particular evening I arrived at the morgue around 11:00 pm which was later than usual to do my nightly chores. Upon my arrival I noted that there were two sheet-draped cadavers resting on wheeled carts in the center of the room. This was normal in cases of a funeral being held the next day as the mortician usually dressed his subjects just prior to the funeral. I never even thought about whether or not they had been embalmed. Even the fact that both were very recently deceased made no impression on me at the time.
I went about my normal routine of sweeping dusting emptying trash cans and other related chores which required such finely tuned skills such as a talented ambitious young high school dropout as myself and few others might possess when I thought I heard something. I stopped and listened but no sound was repeated so I went and got my mop. I always left the mopping for last because I hated it most. My mind was not really on my work at this point but was instead on Hanson's Cafe and the fun I would have giving the waitress a hard time when I stopped there after I finished for the night.
As I approached the two sheet-covered carts with my mop I thought I heard a noise. It sounded like a breathy sigh. 'What was that' I thought? At that moment one of the cadavers slowly sat up with a groan I thought might wake the one beside him .
My next conscious thought was that this was not a place I wished to be and the time was ripe for me to vacate the premises as expeditiously as possible. I ran though the screen door which opened to the inside of the room without stopping to open it so when I say 'through' I mean in the literal sense of the word. I was three blocks away before I even thought of slowing down.
I arrived at Hanson's Cafe about the same time as I usually did. I sat in my usual seat. The waitress made a comment about my being pale and shaking like a dog passing a peach seed. 'Are you feeling OK' she asked? 'Feel and see' I replied making a small attempt at humor and then proceeded to tell her about my night.
The waitress stared at me for a moment and then began to laugh hysterically. 'What is so damn funny' I asked? She just laughed all the harder. Finally she calmed herself enough to explain her laugher. 'You are always talking about how smart you are. If you had taken high school biology you could have saved yourself the fright and embarrassment you suffered tonight.' She started laughing again and just walked away leaving me feeling quite ridiculous and very conspicuous.
Wellhere I am 27 years later looking back at myself wondering how in hell I managed to get this far along in life without someone putting me out of my misery because they felt sorry for the conceited ass I was at the time. I now know that the corpse sat up because of rigor mortise which caused the abdominal muscles to tighten. Air trapped in the lungs was displaced and forced past the vocal chords causing the moan I expected to wake his comrade.
It woke me instead and I went back to school!!!
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