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LOOK AT ME NOW! (standard:non fiction, 810 words)
Author: Ken F. Horne Sr.Added: Mar 10 2003Views/Reads: 2235/1303Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is my life story from early childhood in Boston, with a military and Law Enforcement career to the present day.



Ken F. Horne Sr. 

I was astonished how the street appeared to 

have shrunk as we turned off of Crescent Avenue..It's a 

"One Way" street, I screamed to Billy who was busy 

trying to avoid the parked cars on both sides of the 

now narrow Newport Street. We were moving in the 

right direction and I believe we were going too fast 

to take it all in as we were there before you knew it. 

We had stopped in front of the house where we 

played as children. My mind wondered recalling all the 

memories I had on this my home turf. I glanced at our 

old house, then at Cartons and next to Burkes. Behind 

me was Grandma Smiths, she lived on the first floor, 

McDonough's lived on the second and Carney lived on 

the third floor. Wallace's old house was next to my grand 

mothers. Oh what sweet memories this was. It had been 

twenty-five years since I returned home to attend my 

mother's funeral. I still miss her. 

On the twenty-fifth day of May, 1940, I entered this 

world at the Boston City Hospital, in Boston, Massachusetts. 

I will be a little over one and a half years old when the Japanese 

bomb Pearl Harbor. I grew up amongst a row of triple Decker 

house's in the Dorchester section of Boston. I attended Public 

Schools at the Cora L. Ethtridge elementary school and the 

William E. Russell School. 


Carson beach was where we would spend most of the 

summer. At low-tide my brothers and I would bring 

our five gallon buckets out in to the muddy waters 

and stomp our feet and walla..a Clam would shoot 

up it's fluid and we have struck pay dirt. I remember mom 

cooking them and how excited everyone was when we brought 

home the clams. It was like a great accomplishment . After 

graduation from the Russell, I Attended Boston Trade High 

School where I decided after two years of Auto Mechanics that 

I was wasting my time there. At the age of 16, I quit school, 

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