Short Stories


These are unique stories to sit and read a fire with flames twisting and flickering and burning bright.

Category: SKU: 978-1-93962526-7


by Edward David

These are unique stories to sit and read a fire with flames twisting and flickering and burning bright.

About the Author

These books have been written for the reader’s enjoyment by the poet and author Edward David.

The poetry books have been written in the traditional style and metrical form with rhyme.

Edward David is an eighty-one-year-old man and has done many things in his lifetime. He grew up in the small historical Town of North Tarrytown in New York State on the Hudson River. At age six he wrote his first poem. At age seven his curiosity got the better of him. After school, he decided to see what was up to the road. He walked from North Tarrytown to Yonkers after school, a distance of ten miles. After he had walked to Yonkers, he started to feel hungry and decided that it was time to turn around and go back. He took a wrong turn and lost his way and ended up in a housing development. Well, he thought he had better knock on some one’s door and get directions to North Tarrytown. So he knocked on the house closest to him. Young women opened the door and were asked which way was North Tarrytown. She promptly snatched him taking him inside and closed and locked the front door then called the police. Soon two local policemen came. They questioned him and decided that he was the lost boy that they had earlier had a report on. The two policemen put him in the back seat then drove to an ice cream parlor and bought him an ice cream cone. They radioed ahead, and the police from the next town transferred him to there police spending money working as a news paper boy and caddying at a golf club and setting pins at a local bowling alley.

At age seventeen he joined the Army serving three years in an infantry company during the Korean War. After that, he joined and served car and drove him to the next town transferring him to that town’s police car. That was the way it went until he arrived home. When he got home, his mother cooked up some oatmeal. His father said to eat up; it will stick to your ribs. He often thought maybe that’s what is wrong with him he has to much oatmeal stuck to his ribs. He went to bed after his uneventful exploration he had not been tired walking over ten miles. He was just bored. The towns he had passed through were just like his town. At the age of thirteen while in the seventh grade, he became an avid reader. The first class of the day was a reading class. The students checked out a book and were given three weeks to read it and in the fourth week to turn in a book report. Well, he could not put the book down, reading it through all his other classes reading a book a day for that school year. At the end of his school year, he received his final report card listing all his subjects and the finale grade. The first subject listed was reading. The grade he received for reading was an A. the rest of the subjects all were marked with an F. It must have confused his parents, but they sent him to summer school. He passed all the tests and went on to the next grade the following school year.

While in his young teens he spent much of his time walking the huge estate of the Rockefeller family. The estate was very extensive with many miles of woods and lakes and Eagle Mountain. There were fields and a briskly flowing stream of water. There were wild deer roaming freely on the estate. Like so many youths of the day he had spent several years as a boy scout then quit and joined the sea scouts. At a young age, he earned his eight years in the Air Force during the Vietnam War. When honorably discharged he went to work for Pan American Airways in New York City as an aircraft mechanic. After about six years at Pan American Airways, he quit and moved with his wife and two daughters to Phoenix Arizona.

It was a calmer place to raise the children. He worked in a large machine shop as one of the managers. During his life, he has worked as a new car and truck salesman. Then he tried phone sales for several years. He worked as a manager in a grocery store he had been employed as a night watchman for a large lumber company in New York City and in security for a large food store chain.

He worked other odd jobs in his lifetime. He now is a writer and a poet.

When growing up in North Tarrytown in upstate New York, his father took him occasionally to union meetings of the Auto Workers Union. He saw and felt the pain the workers felt when they stood and aired their grievances. As a child, he heard over the radio that the Jap’s bombed Pearl Harbo rand the anger people felt. He lived through the time of war with Germany and saw the end of the war. When they danced in the streets and the troops came home.

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5in x 7in


Perfect Bind