Writing – Page 8 – Jerry Schellhammer

Petrus

Pompeii seemed like a paradise to Father when we moved here from Rome two years ago. I was named Petrus from a friend who was crucified. Someone apparently mistook him for the heretic who founded the sect called Christianity.

Many Ways To Go

We as a species are mortal. We all will eventually meet our personal demise, whether alone or in some horrendously dramatic public spectacle that will be viewed by millions of people around the world. That being said our experiences of the past tells us

The Price of Patriotism

Back when I was in the Army National Guard, which seems like a lifetime ago, someone asked me how I could be in the military and still call yourself a democrat. At that time, I couldn’t tell him what Adlai Stevenson so eloquently expressed.

A Two State Solution

Let me see here, since I was born there was one Israel, and the bad people were the Arabs and the PLO who demanded a free and independent Palestine. So, then we get all of these talks and bargaining, and one thing leads to another

Awkward Times

As I have mentioned in previous blogs my personal growth was retarded, not because I had a mental condition where I was incapable of learning, but because of my speech impediment and sheer laziness on my part that before I knew it, I was three years behind in my schooling.

Cactus Flower

I lost my cousin Ron yesterday and I will definitely miss him, not for his life experiences, though there were many, one experience that we shared in 1969 while visiting our grandmother, a movie we went to called Cactus Flower.

Writings Update

My loyal fans I’m giving you an update on my writings thus far. I’m slowly making progress on my African American cowboy western, Nate Turner. He’s done the runaway slave, worked as a stevedore at a Cincinnati dock ….

Handle Hard Better

There’s a women’s basketball coach at Duke University whose mantra has become an attitude and a testament to strive for in life, “Handle Hard Better.”

Remembering Someone Special

Yesterday I received sad news concerning an aunt who was dying from Alzheimer’s. She’s now there in Heaven with God. But I want to go back to the first time I met her. I was seven and a half and she was sixteen. Naturally,

Rites of Spring

Oh, Spring is finally around the corner: warmer temperatures, St. Patrick’s Day sales and promotions, and springing forward with daylight savings time. I was never really a fan of moving our clocks and watches forward, being from a time before satellites that automatically changed our times for us, if we possessed that type of technology.