LOOK AT ME NOW! (standard:non fiction, 810 words)
Author: Ken F. Horne Sr.	Added: Mar 10 2003	Views/Reads: 3585/2237	Story 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.

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got me a Job in an Iron Works Factory in Jamaica Plains 

where my older Brother , Bud , worked. Here I was a sixteen 

year old a machine operator and a welder. 

We were raised Roman Catholic's and attended Church at 

Saint Margaret's which was located at the corner of 

Dorchester Avenue and Columbia Road. 

One of my fondest memories of my childhood was my 

grandmother. She lived in a three Decker house across the 

street from my house. One of my favorite memories of her 

was when I would come home from school as a toddler, I 

would go straight to her house for graham crackers and milk. 

No matter what she was doing, she would always take the time 

to tend to me. I can still see that old victrola phonograph that 

you wound up and played old hard plastic records in her dining 

room. I think my brother Bob has that now. 

Grandma Smith was born in Galway, Ireland. Her 

maiden name was McDonough. When she was 4 or 5 years 

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old she made the trip to America along with her Aunt and 

another person who to this date is unknown to me.. Her 

parents had already came to America earlier to establish 

a homeland and to earn enough money to bring the rest 

of the children over. I can't imagine what their journey 

was like, to remove themselves from their native land and 

cross the roaring seas to a land unknown to them. It must 

have been terrifying for everyone involved. The Great 

Fathom in Ireland brought millions of Irishmen and 

Woman to America...I believe in their cause to make a 

better life for them and their family for what ever it takes 

and at all cost's. Grandma Smith passed away on December 

14th, 1951...I was eleven years old..I had lost my best friend... 

God, I miss her. 

"Yesterday is a dream, tomorrow but a vision. But today, well lived 

makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and every tomorrow 

a vision of hope. Look well, therefore to this day." --Sanskrit Proverb 

I was the youngest of the family, with four other brothers 

and three sisters..I was the one that got all the Hand-me-downs. 

My dad died when I was six years old. He was an alcoholic, 

supposedly a nice man but, treated mom like dirt. I have little 

recollection of him. He never wanted his picture taken, thus we 

have no pictures of him ..I know there must be a picture of him 

somewhere out there,, I wish I had one.. 

I recall the winters in Boston being very, very cold. We use to put 

on at least two set's of clothes to stay warm and yes, don't forget the 

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