I had cataract surgery today. The lens was replaced on my right eye. The procedure went well and so far there are no complications. I’m going to have the left eye done in two weeks. Things are going well.
I keep thinking I’m going to write a story, something that will interest people I don’t know. The problem is I don’t know how to write. The second problem is I have a hard time thinking of something interesting to write about. Then there is a mechanical problem, I don’t touch type very well. It’s easier to hunt and peck. If I were to take two typing tests, one using touch typing and the other using my version of hunt and peck, the hunk and peck version would win. In the “My History” section of my website I have given a chronological history of where I have lived over the years. Perhaps my next story should include some events and experiences that happened in my life. It would be a rather depressing story with some good highlights now and then, but then everything smooth’s out towards the end. One of the things I’ll need to consider and think about is whether I should write in the 1st person or the 3rd person. Writing in the 3rd person will make my story less personal and may give me a chance to view things from a different perspective. Writing in the 1st person may be too revealing and cause embarrassment. Of course before I make a decision I will need to study the official definitions and rules of writing in 1st, 2nd, or 3rd person.
How to Write a Story
I think I’ll start by defining my characters. They are all real people and had major influences in my life. These characters came into my life early on. I think I’ll limit the number to about 20 people or less.
- Step sisters
- Childhood Friends
- Aunts and Uncles
- Teenage Friends
- Adult Friends
I’ll add more to my list as I move on with my story. I had an idea while I was eating dinner. I think I’ll write my story from the point of view of someone else, like what a childhood friend that knew me well would tell you if you asked about me during my childhood.
Perhaps an opening line would be:
A new kid moved into my neighborhood the other day. His mother married the neighborhood grouch. I would see him from time to time walking through the alley behind my house. He would wave to me as he walked past my back fence, that part of my yard where the fruit trees grew. I never knew where he was going but I guessed he was going to the strip mall that was a few streets over.
After a small amount of research, I found this website that clearly explains the usage of First, Second, and Third Person .
I have been working on this website for a couple of weeks for several hours a day. I think I’m getting close to being finished with the design. Writing my history will continue to go on for some time.
I’m going to do some research to gather information about my ancestors, particularly the ones that are part of my immediate family.
Written August 10, 2010
Many years ago, when I was 17 or 18 years old. I worked as a messenger for the Primary Children’s Hospital. The first one that was built from donations using a program called “pennies by the inch”. The hospital was built at the top of the Avenues in Salt Lake City, Utah.
The hospital was built on 12th Avenue; that was as high as the Avenues went in those days. Anyway my job was to transport patients and supplies from one building to another, I would haul patients to whatever other hospital they needed to go to get the treatment they were in need of. I would also take lab samples that needed testing to the appropriate lab, and pick up any reports that were ready to be returned to the appropriate doctor. When the patients were done with their procedure I would take them back to their point of origin. I had other duties that included taking the food trays to the floors so the kids could eat, when the eating was done I would haul the food carts back down to the kitchen. My job kept me busy all day. I didn’t get paid very much, but it was enough to get by on. There was no health insurance in those days so if you became ill you could usually find a sympathetic doctor nurse to get you through your illness.
I was a really rambunctious guy in those days, I did what I did for work because I liked to eat and have a place to live. Living on my own was not completely my own idea, I was asked to leave my family home on my 18th birthday. I was told that I had 24 hours to get my stuff out of the house or it would be sent to the trash or given to charity or something, During that time period I didn’t have a lot of trusted friends so I made some decisions, found a place to live, and moved my belongings out of my parents’ house. I did the move in the 24 hour time frame that has been dictated to me.
The first place I lived on my own was a boarding house on the corner of 1100 East and Second South. I get away from the facts of my employment in my previous paragraph; I did work for Primary Children’s Hospital but not until a little later. During the time I lived at the boarding house I worked for a hamburger stand on the corner of 1300 East and Simpson Avenue. The place was called “MR” S. I think it was a prototype for Burger King, but I’m not sure about that. During the following year I made many friends, and lived in many places and situations, and tried my hand at many jobs. Making the ends meet occasionally was not a high priority for me at that time. I lived with different people for a time, and took advantage of their hospitality. Then something better would come along and away I would go to a new adventure.
By the time I was employed full time at Primary Children’s Hospital I lived in an older apartment house on the corner of First Ave and E Street; Hawthorne House Apartments. MY apartment number was “3G” it was a one room studio on the third floor that had a big bay window that look out onto the roof of a church. I started meeting new and interesting people while I lived there. I would meet them at work and we would become friends, Remember the time frame for all of this was the late sixties and early seventies. Hippies and disco were the trends of the day. I started hanging out at a local bar on Main street between First and Second south. I think the bar is still there. The music is what attracted me to the bar. They had a juke box with very large speakers that would make the walls rattle, and they played the best dance music in town. Many good times were had in that bar, I made a lot of friends.