Little Golden books That Never Made It.

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Little Golden Books That Never Made It

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  • You Are Different and That’s Bad
  • The Boy Who Died From Eating All His Vegetables
  • Dad’s New Wife Robert
  • Fun Four-Letter Words to Know and Share
  • Hammers, Screwdrivers and Scissors: An I-Can-Do-It-Myself Book
  • The Kids’ Guide to Hitchhiking
  • Kathy Was So Bad Her Mom Stopped Loving Her
  • Curious George and the High-Voltage Fence
  • All Cats Go to Hell
  • The Little Sissy Who Snitched
  • Some Kittens Can Fly
  • That’s it, I’m Putting You Up for Adoption
  • Grandpa Gets a Casket
  • The Magic World Inside the Abandoned Refrigerator
  • Garfield Gets Feline Leukemia
  • The Pop-Up Book of Human Anatomy
  • Strangers Have the Best Candy
  • Whining, Kicking and Crying to Get Your Way
  • You Were an Accident
  • Things Rich Kids Have, But You Never Will
  • Pop! Goes The Hamster…And Other Great Microwave Games
  • The Man in the Moon Is Actually Satan
  • Your Nightmares Are Real
  • Where Would You Like to Be Buried?
  • Eggs, Toilet Paper, and Your School
  • Why Can’t Mr. Fork and Ms. Electrical Outlet Be Friends?
  • Places Where Mommy and Daddy Hide Neat Things
  • Daddy Drinks Because You Cry
  • Mommy’s Pills Taste Just Like Candy
  • Learn How To Fly With Just a Ladder and a Pillowcase

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,

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the good old days

The doors were never locked

I grew up in the 50’s on a small dairy farm in southeastern Indiana.

Financially, times were hard, my dad and mom had purchased an extremely impoverished farm when I was three years old. We, along with my brother, who came along later, spent the next several years restoring it to a more productive state. The farm was so over grown with weeds that after living there for a while, dad had time to mow the weeds around the barn and lo and behold! He found a hog house no one knew was there.

The soil was totally depleted, the first year’s twelve acre corn crop yielded a whopping two hundred bushels of corn. Hard to live on that. Fortunately, about that same time, turkey raising came into fashion, the following year dad purchased and raised 1000 turkeys. The resulting turkey by-product increased the corn yield from 200 bushels to 1200 bushels on that very same field.

This was a time when neighbors were neighbors, we used each others farm equipment and tools like they were our own, if dad couldn’t find a tool or wrench, it was probably over at the neighbors. As a result, while picking up one our own tools he would return one of theirs.

Our doors were never locked, no one would break in and steal anything. In fact, if one happened to be away it was desired(it almost became a state law) that the neighbors had to stop by and check the house to make sure everything was OK.

Everyone had a gun, we had several neatly stacked in the corner of the kitchen, an ample supply of ammunition, and fireworks) could be found in the cabinet drawer.

I started hunting with a 22 rifle when I was about 9, a rifle given to me for Christmas by my parents. Did I or any kid I know pick up or use a fire arm without permission of their parents, are you kidding? We would have gotten skun alive. Back in those days parental authority and respect meant something, and the only rights a child had were the rights his parents gave him.

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