The Talewagger

The Talewagger started Talesetc.com in 2000 when the website that hosted his and other writers' work closed down. due the owner giving up. Within months he was inundated with stories and poems from other writers keen to have their writings read. After deciding not to carry advertisements and concentrate on quality the monthly number of readers soared. This is not a professional money-making setup and all costs are paid for by the Talewagger, who is retired and lives in Kent, England.
484 articles written by The Talewagger

Many people go to church on Sunday. Some even stop by at their sanctuary during the middle of the week. I, on the other hand, decided to visit my place of worship every morning that weather allows me to do so.

When dawn breaks the sky, I try to be awake so I can walk to my holy place. Every morning is fresh and ready to start its new day. The ground is dampened by what is left of the night, while at the same time the sun is orchestrating a show of colors that men or women have yet to duplicate.

I can tell when I get close to my church, because I can literally smell it. The scent of the soil is intense at this time in the morning. It ‘s a combination of the salty air of the sea, the cold clean air of the mountains, and the concept that I am going to a place I can actually become one with a God. Continue Reading →

The other day my wife and I joined a group of friends at a restaurant that served lobster bakes. It came with a lobster, potato, half an ear of corn, and a lot of butter. Everyone at our table loved the meal. I, on the other hand, went back into a memory of my past I hadn’t thought about for too long.

My uncle used to own a fish store in College Point, New York. I loved going to his store. The air was filled with the sharp smell of fresh fish that had just been delivered from the docks of New York City.

I remember the black and white tiled floors and the counter being sparkling clean and my uncle, wearing a white apron, talking to his customers while he arranged the catch of the day in a glass display case filled with crushed ice.

One day my father said they needed my help with the clambake. Wow! I could tag along with the men because they needed my help. I can’t tell you how important that made me feel. At first I didn’t know what to make of it because what had become a tradition in my short life was about to change. Continue Reading →

I have to admit I enjoy shopping online. It is very easy and the prices seem to beat any prices found in the brick and mortar stores I’ve frequented for most of my life. I’m also not alone.

The concept of purchasing everything from computers to socks has pretty well taken over all other retail operations. This is not the first time this has happened and I am sure this will not be the last.

When I was a lot younger and actually had a head of hair, I remember the numerous corner stores that defined every town. I don’t remember their names but I do remember that most had old wooden floors and metal ceilings that displayed beautiful arrays of designs I thought would live forever.

They were small and had one primary counter whose glass fronts protected the candy from the itchy hands of children like me. A gray-haired, elderly person always was at the counter protecting the giant register that clanged every time he or she pushed down on the numbers that represented the cost of the item being purchased. Continue Reading →

For the past four decades I’ve lived on the southern coast of Maine. Some sort of pest defined every one of those years. This year, the formidable foe is defined as some of the smallest creatures I’ve ever seen.
Most of the time I can’t see them but having a wife who keeps an immaculate home, gives me the capacity to know when every one of them dares to attack her kitchen.
I am not talking about an infestation even though, if left alone, this could happen. I am talking about a dozen of the little ant-holes that appear every day.
In the past I’ve battled multiple pests. I clearly remember the year of the voles. These appeared as multiple runways that connected tiny openings in my lawn.

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I never thought I would have this specific problem. My grand-kids are getting older, and I am doing the same. They no longer need the crib and all its extras, the car seat of which they both grew out of, and the various accessories and toys that we had in order to make their visits more enjoyable.

Since my wife keeps everything we have as if we just bought it, we talked about giving all of this stuff away to a needy family in our community. We were actually excited about this option because we realize how difficult it is to survive financially with a family.

The first thing I did was contact our local Catholic Church. The person I talked to stated she knew of a new family that was bringing a brand-new child into this World and would love to have the stuff we offered to give.

I was told this will help them appreciably and she would set up a system at which time they could pick it all up. That afternoon my wife organized all of the baby stuff we had so it would be easy to pick up. Continue Reading →

If you are expecting a cute article about how wonderful dogs are and how we couldn’t live without their companionship and lovability you should move on to the next article.

I have no use for the fur bags that live around us. Since I live in the land of dogs and I assume it is in style to at least own a couple of dogs I, on the other hand, would rather chew off my right arm and especially dislike their existence.

The basis of my disdain for this specific life form covers many areas. First of all there favorite activity is to bark. They bark all the time whether it is to simply clear their heads or scare the hell out of anyone who dares walk by.

The people passing usually don’t mind because they are usually walking their own four-legged freak. The stereo sound of dogs drill through my head like a jackhammer does to our urban neighbors. Continue Reading →

Why do I prefer dogs to cats? It’s simple really, dogs have masters while cats have servants. Dogs want to love and please you and give you a wet kiss, while cats want you to please them or to chase and kill birds and small animals.

Out of the blue, because I had done a favour for someone, I was offered a puppy. I was sitting and talking to the person’s sister when a black Labrador wandered into the room. It came across to me and sat on my left foot. I stroked her and the woman said: “I see she knows you like dogs”.

I told her that my mother always had a dog but I wasn’t keen on them, as they were always small and snappy. Then, as we were talking, a very young puppy wobbled its way in, saw that its mother was sitting on my left foot and sat on right foot. The woman said: “She obviously likes and trusts you. I have sold the rest of the litter, would you like to have her? You can have her for helping my sister.” Continue Reading →

“What did you do in college?” Chuck Willard asked. Martin Sullivan gave a wry grin. “I was a grade grubber. I really didn’t have much time for dates. All I could think of was the degree. Graduate school was even worse. I had the reputation of being a brilliant student. Actually, I had to work my tail off, and I didn’t have time for anything else.”

Chuck was a senior engineer in the Engineering Department and had been an enormous help to Martin during the six months that he had been working for the city. They had soon become friends, and Chuck had had him out to the Willard home several times. It was probably those visits that did more than anything else to convince Martin he was missing out on an important part of life.

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Mr. Trump can you tell me what my grandchildren’s lives will be like? I never thought I would be concerned about their futures but everything I used to know and believe seems to be changing.
It is probably my fault because I decided to be a teacher and teachers simply don’t make much money. I should have thought about their futures and how I could help their futures by making money instead of attempting to make a legacy.
I thought they could make their own decisions in their lives to become what they wanted to become but without my help this concept is falling into the impossible.
Mr. Trump can you tell me what my grandchildren’s lives will be like? Every year for my past forever I’ve looked forward to the spring when I could plant a garden filled with flowers and vegetables that would last me deep into the winter.

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There are homeowner, rental and condo owning people. This is very close to red wine vs. white wine people without the talent of fixing things involved. I’ve owned a home for the past 40 years and I clearly understand a hammer is not my best friend. Since I have no choice, I do my best to keep the house standing.

The other day my wife and I were enjoying a quiet evening of TV and some wine. The evening couldn’t have been more relaxing. This almost Zen-like mode came to an abrupt end when we heard our first chirp. I knew exactly what it was because it happens every time the batteries in our smoke alarms run out.

I told my wife to relax and then proceeded to get a 9-volt battery from our large kitchen drawer. Everyone on this planet has one of these drawers that contain everything one could ever need and some stuff you will never use. Actually I was proud of myself because I actually had a 9-volt battery that was still in date.

I then proudly brought the battery to our TV room, opened the side of the smoke alarm, replaced the battery and then poured my wife and I a second glass of wine. A few minutes later we heard another chirp. I was confused and my wife gave me that, “really” look that I’ve grown accustomed to. Continue Reading →