by Tim Erickson

A Story Not So Much About Love, but About The Beauty of Love Remembered

Sometimes love burns bright, like a beacon in the night. The passion and flame are easily seen by all those who pass by. Other times, love is not so easy to see and must be discerned by a keen eye. This is the story of a love that was at once bright, and never seemed to lose its intensity.

It is a story of love that began in the throes of the Great Depression, endured while Hitler marched across Europe, grew when Cuba began pointing missiles at U.S. soil, and blossomed in the economic uncertainty of the 1970’s and 1980’s.

Link to PDF of entire story… Of Love Remembered

by Tim Erickson

Stories For My Children.

Way down in the southeast corner of the state, where the rolling hills and the gently flowing Neosho River meet the upland prairie, sits an old log cabin, weathered and beat up, barely standing after all these years.

A casual observer might be tempted to pass right by the old shack, never noticing the rocks and the trees that set just west of the tiny cabin, placed like sentinels watching over the edge of the vast prairie.

Yet something always beckons the traveler to stay a while, though he doesn’t know why. And if that land could talk, it would tell him a sad song of the pioneer family that lived and died on the land so many years ago.

Link to PDF of entire story… The Rock and The Tree

by Tim Erickson

Stories For My Children

Samuel loved dogs. He loved all kinds of dogs. Big dogs, little dogs, dogs with a lot of fur and dogs with really short hair.

And he loved dogs that were white, dogs that were black and dogs that were red. Samuel loved all dogs – even poodles.

Most people called poodles a ‘yapper dog,’ but Samuel even liked the poodles in the neighborhood.

Samuel knew all the dogs in the neighborhood. He would go by a dog and say “Hi Bowser” or “Hello Fee-Fee” or “What’s ya’ doin’ Wizzer?”

The funny thing was that Samuel had made up names for all the dogs. Often times, this name was not even close to the name the owners had picked.

Link to PDF of entire story…  The Boy Who Loved Dogs

by Tim Erickson

Stories For My Children

This is a story about Billy, a boy who loved Volkswagen Beetles. Some people called them slug bugs, and ever since he was a child – and even when he was a grown man – all Billy ever wanted to do was work on slug bugs.

People came from far and near to have Billy work on their Beetles.

“What do you think is wrong with her?” they would say to Billy. She sounds a little weak in the number 2 cylinder, don’t you think?”

Billy would bend an ear, listen for a long time, and then tell them “Nah, I don’t think it’s the number two cylinder. I think maybe it’s a bent pushrod.”

And sure enough, Billy was almost always right.

Link to PDF of entire story…  Slug Bugs

by Tim Erickson

Stories For My Children.

Nathan was ugly. Ugly as a mud fence. He couldn’t help it, because he was born that way.

His father was a broad-faced, homely man, and his mother had a face that hinted of generations of careless breeding.

It was, then, no surprise and no wonder that this pair of humans produced a son who was equally ugly.    It was said that when Nathan was born, the doctor wanted to slap his mother.

We all know the saying that “beauty is only skin deep,” and this was true of Nathan’s parents Theybothsuffered horribly as young children, enduring the taunts and abuse of their cruel playmates.

Link to PDF of entire story…  Nathan And the Blue Light Of Healing