A couple of Mudcatters have sent me their reminiscences, word-sketches of home, or purely outright-made-up stories that give the sense of "home." You know, HOME-- that place in our hearts where our real home lies. I've helped with some copy-editing on a few, and I also edited my friend Jack Hart's memoirs of life in England as a child during WWII (and later as a young man in the army). Jack's gone now, and I've asked his widow to let me post them here, because they are very special and very funny.

Anyway, so Jeep Man and I were *talking* about all this and we thought a thread for stories like that would be a good idea. He suggested I post one we've just worked on, and I will in short order.

There aren't any rules for this thread-- I would just ask that you keep in mind, if you post yours, that people can find your story if they Net-search on a character name you use. So if you tell all of dear old Aunt Martha's innermost secrets-- well, she may or may not turn up here to see how you described her. So when I post mine, you will not find the true names of any parishioners! *G*

I'd also like to suggest that maybe some of the stories will be ones you wrote and edited and refined in the past. Others will be created fresh, now, with little or no editing, inspired by the thread or the stories in it. For these, maybe some folks will want to do some editing before Áine adds them to the Mudcat Storyteller's Page-- maybe the thread will be sort of first-draft form. I dunno-- let's just see what happens.

~Susan