Memories Review

Max Torraville
As per our earlier conversation with regards to your book Memories & Stories. I have found this to be a very interesting book. It is one that captivates your attention from the very start. Once you start to read it, it is very hard to put it down even when I am reading it at work on my breaks and have to do so. The book makes you wonder what is coming next and there have times when I almost went further ahead just to see what happens but have stopped myself from doing so. It has been very interesting so far to read of your adventures and what you have encountered to get to where you are at the point where I am reading now in the book. I know that I will most certainly enjoy the rest. Keep up the good work. Once I am done reading the book, I would like it very much to sit with you and find out more about this life venture that you took.

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New review for Memories and Stories

I just finished reading your book and found it very enjoyable. Some autobiographies can get quite boring, but your book was not so. The book flowed nicely, going from one story to the next while keeping the reader informed about the changes of time, location and historical context. You made the stories exciting and fun with lots of humour sprinkled in. I loved your tender references to Winnie. I got the impression you care for her a lot! The book is easy to read, due to your not bogging down in any one story and also due to your self-effacing humour. I hope you keep writing.

Friends of the Fencrow

More Than a Good Read
Author Aaron A. Lehman explains how his books and stories have life lessons for readers young and old.
http://www.aaronalehman.com

Friends of the Fencerow
Friends of the Fencerow is a story about an eight year old boy Kevin and his kitten Heaven. Of course, Kevin has a ten year old sister, Wendy. Between a mischievous kitten and a bothersome sister, Kevin has plenty of trouble. This story is a good read for a young reader or a book that can be used as a bedtime story book. More than this, the book treats some life issues that confront children today, such as a divided family, where their life is shared between two parents at two different homes. It also presents growing up issues dealing with bothersome siblings, traumatic situations, like Chapter Three “Disaster In the Garden,” and Chapter Four “Fire In The Fencerow.” It also presents the situation of leaving a family home and moving to a new area and school. In spite of these troubles, Kevin survives and the book has a positive and happy ending. This book is an enjoyable story, but also presents learning opportunities for a young reader.

More Than a Good Read

More Than a Good Read
Author Aaron A. Lehman explains how his books and stories have life lessons for young and old readers.
http://www.aaronalehman.com

Mystery on Dog Island Trilogy
Mystery on Dog Island follows Raymond, an Aboriginal boy as he grows up and faces the challenges of being a Treaty Indian in a blended family. His mother and father are divorced and his father lives in the northern lakes region of Alberta, Canada. His mother is a Treaty Indian, but is living the life of a “white” woman. She is currently married to a “white” man who is Raymond’s step-father. He has a son who is Raymond’s step-brother and then there is little Emily. Many readers may relate to this or a similar situation and can see how Raymond deals with the problems that arise. Raymond also learns about his history and the Aboriginal culture from an elder in “Old Town.” The reader will see Raymond facing and resolving prejudice, rejection, and some life threatening situations. The Mystery is the avenue for conveying the various messages in a factual, yet humorous fashion. This is a good read for all ages. Aaron has written a Teacher’s Guide for the series that gives Grade 5 and 6 teachers some ideas for including the books in the Alberta Grade 5 Social Studies and Grade 6 English Language Arts curriculum.
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Castorland neighbors in Memories and Stories

Kunkles:
Mr. and Mrs. Kunkle were an older couple that lived down the hill from us. They had a big two story house, but I don’t remember any children. Mr. Kunkle would come to our place to get his quart of milk and Dad would take time to visit. Mr. Kunkle was a Catholic, and, as I recall, drove a Studebaker with a Virgin Mary on the dashboard. I don’t remember any great religious discussions, but I’m sure some people figured they were trying to convert each other. This was something Dad never did. I remember Mr. Kunkle saying he always prayed when he was driving, because one never knew when they might be killed. I’m sure he was ready to go, but I figured it was a good thing for him to pray, as long as he kept driving a Studebaker.

Kunkles lived across the street from Zecher’s garage
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Zecher’s Garage Castorland

Zecher’s Garage in Neighbors from Memories and Stories.

The Zecher’s had a garage, and the couple were both mechanics. She often had her hair done up with a big bow. Dirty coveralls and greasy fingers were a common sight. I remember her asking me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told her I wanted to be a farmer. I hated school, and wanted to drop out as soon as I could. I didn’t know I was going to be such a slow learner, and that I would not leave school for another fifty years.
Other neighbors had names like Brown, Virkler, Bach, and Neuspliger, Lautenschlager, Buxton, Monnat, Hubbard, Stockburger, Thomas and Lewis. Each one had a story, but enough is enough.
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Zecher’s Garage

I mention Zecher’s Garage in my new book, Memories and stories.B9B 1466189_1411150319120251_1867348825_n

Go-cart
Some of my friends had store bought, fancy go carts, but I made my own. With a few scraps of wood, the worn out wheels from my wagon, and some bolts and nails, I built a go-cart. Again, the downhill lawn and driveway provided the grade for racing the go-cart. I use the word “racing” lightly, because the worn out wheels and the rough gravel of the driveway, provided enough friction to ensure a slow ride. I always made sure not to go into the street. To provide a semblance of steering, I made a swiveling arrangement for the front axle and wheels. By attaching a rope on each side, I could pull the wheels left or right. I pushed off, climbed in, and steered the cart down the hill. One day I decided that I needed a steering wheel. I picked up a junk steering wheel from Zecher’s garage, and fastened the left and right ropes to the steering column with a pulley system. Fancy! Only one problem. When I turned the steering wheel to the right, the cart turned left. This could be fixed by reversing the ropes, but I never did solve the major play in the system. The steering wheel had to rotate several times before the cart actually turned right; then I had to spin it to the left several rotations