Edward Farber
Bio
Published books: Echoes of Clara Avenue, a short story collection, Looking Back with a Smile, humorous memoir, The Man on the Stairs, four short stories, and Baron & Brannigan, Book 1, a novel set in the 1890s.Visit www.EdFarberAuthor.com.
Stories (13/0)
The Cookbook
She took the old cookbook off the shelf, read the title for the umpteenth time, Cooking for Couples, a wedding gift more than a half-century ago. She flipped through the dog-eared pages slowly, remembering. It had served them well when they were newlyweds and then after the kids had grown and moved on. Seemed like just yesterday. Fifty-five years. She set it down on the counter and picked up her newest purchase, Cooking for One.
By Edward Farber11 months ago in Fiction
A Short Walk West
For the past several days since I arrived, he has been telling stories. Terminal tales he calls them. I am amazed that he can joke about it. I am equally amazed that he is talking so much. In just these few days, he has spoken more to me, it seems, than in all the years since I was born.
By Edward Farber2 years ago in Fiction
Jimmy Never Went to the Pond
I knew the real reason why my friend, Jimmy Temple, wouldn’t go down to Pinewood School Pond. Not because he hadn’t learned to skate which was true, but because he had clubfoot. That’s what my Mom called it. His left leg was much shorter than his right. And to help him walk, he wore these special high-top shoes, the left one with a really big sole. There wasn’t much he could do to hide it, and some of the kids made fun of him. He always looked like he was on the verge of crying. And I guess sometimes he did.
By Edward Farber3 years ago in Fiction
Where Was the Wild West?
Countless books, movies and TV shows made the “Wild West” legendary, but much of that legend did not take place in the West. It was Midwestern Kansas where the legend began. Those sagas about fast-draw gunslingers, intrepid lawmen, saloon girls, gamblers and outlaws were drawn (and exaggerated) from actual events that took place in the 1870s and 1880s in Kansas cow towns, like Abilene and Dodge City.
By Edward Farber3 years ago in FYI
Buffalo Bill and the Cattalo
The hunters were out about six miles northwest of Ft. Harker when they spotted the herd of buffalo. A small herd, to be sure, Bill Cody noted. Probably no more than twenty head. The bigger herd was, no doubt, much further west along the Smokey Hills River, Cody surmised.
By Edward Farber3 years ago in Fiction
Bobby and the Monster Crickets
One night many years ago, I went to tuck in my five-year-old son, Bobby, at bedtime. I found him completely covered by his lightweight, security blanket which was much worn after several years of being dragged around and repeatedly laundered. Nothing showed but a lump in the bed.
By Edward Farber3 years ago in Families
In Answer to Shakespeare's Sonnet #130
In reading Shakespeare's sonnet #130, I have often wondered what the response of the mistress would have been had she not caught his drift completely. Here is the Bard's sonnet, followed by my version of a response, all in the spirit of fun as in a Shakespeare comedy.
By Edward Farber3 years ago in Poets
Lucky Dog
My boys (and their mom) wanted me to try and win a puppy at a carnival game booth. A puppy? A real live puppy? There they were...a whole litter, yapping away in a large cardboard box. With three wild kids all under the age of six, who needs a puppy? But they would not stop pleading until I finally said I would try. The odds were that I would lose anyway.
By Edward Farber3 years ago in Petlife
QWERTY...Do You Know What It Stands for?
It’s an odd word isn’t it? Actually, it’s not a word at all, but if you use a computer keyboard you have seen it often. Take a look at the first six keys on the line below the numbers in this article’s photo. There it is: QWERTY, and it has a history that dates back to the earliest years of the typewriter.
By Edward Farber3 years ago in Journal
My Marilyn
Dearest Marilyn, May this letter find you in a better place than last we saw each other. I miss you terribly, yet I know it was inevitable that we part. For these past two years, I thought I would be the first to go. I prepared for it. The suddenness of your leaving left me in the deepest despair I have ever felt. Only now, a few weeks since, I have just barely emerged from that black pit of anguish. With this letter I am trying to deal with a future without you, to grasp what it means not to be able to see you, hold you, talk to you, love you.
By Edward Farber3 years ago in Families