I don't pretend to be any kind of historian. These stories are just that. In my family back in West Virginia, any story that dickered
with the truth was considered to be a yarn. It was intended to be just passed on down to a group of rapt youngsters. These stories do however reflect the life of a young whippersnapper living in a small town in the middle of 20th-century America,
and could be a sort of chronicle of same. To witness my yarns all...