These samples are taken taken from stories written in my "Writing Your Life Story" classes. You'll see that each of them is interesting and that each story speaks of that individual's unique life.	"Our marriage was never as good as it could or should have been but just this week, when I painted my daughter's room, there on a dusty shelf in the corner, I found a very dusty little glass vase that held a single dried rose with a faded pink ribbon and a card that read, "To my Mrs. America, Love, Robert". It must have been at least fifteen years old but it made my day. I thought about the many times I had laughed when he would call me Mrs. America but today, on this Valentine's Day, I couldn't laugh, I could only remember and treasure those many years when I had taken it all for granted and now there was no one to call me Mrs. America ever again." Gloria
"I would sit on a little stool at Grandma's feet and, as we worked, we listened to soap operas on the little Philco radio that sat on the bookshelf next to her chair.  Her favorite soaps were "Portia Faces Life", "Stella Dallas", and "Our Gal Sunday".  When we weren't listening to the radio, we talked.  I remember that it felt so good sitting there, tearing rag strips for the rugs that she made, and having a converstion just like I was a grown up.  Those were happy and very special times for Grandma and me."                                                  Jenny	"I'll start my story with the man who my kids refer to as, "The greatest guy anyone could ever know". This, of course would be my beloved Dad. He was born on August 30, 1896. "Little Clemmie" as his four older sisters referred to him, was the only son in this family of five children. As you may have guessed by now, he was the center of attention right from the beginning and he managed to maintain this image until the day he died." Marilyn
"After Dauchau we were transported to another displaced persons camp in Weihenlinden. Again, there were several people in a one room barrack and triple bunk beds. There it was very cold and there was very little food. I had to beg to farmers for food and milk. I remember running from one house to the next begging for a drop of milk. I would stand in line with my little pot and wait for leftovers from the army camps. Hunger hurts and so does the cold. You do anything to survive. The men at night would go into the forest, try to find wood and coal so we would not freeze to death. Yet, in all that misery, children still had fun. We put on a play about sleeping beauty." Marianne	"Uncle Eddie lived with us when I was young. He was a big jokester and loved to have a good time. He taught me my "nursery rhymes" during this period. Of course, I thought he was the greatest. To this day I can't say a nursery rhyme correctly. He taught me such gems as, "Hickory, Dickory, Dock, the mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one and the mouse went out to lunch." Also I learned this one, "Little Jack Horner sat in a corner. He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum and said, Isn't this good?" Uncle Eddie loved it when I would recite his version of these rhymes." Ann