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Peanut Butter

How eating peanut butter scarred me for life

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Comment from jenintorre
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I should think it was more than peanut butter that scarred you for life. This is a fabulous story, i loved reading it, so typicalof the time, how things have changed. Your descriptions were spot on. I found it so atmospheric. I was gripped from start to finish. Good luck in the competition.jen.

 Comment Written 06-Mar-2018


reply by the author on 06-Mar-2018
    Thank you very much.
Comment from giraffmang
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Hi there,

Nice piece you've crafted here. the tone is very anecdotal and conversational which suits the piece very nicely indeed.

and stand-alone events - standalone could be a single word here.

It's more common to use a centered # or * to denote breaks in the narrative rather than ^^.

pick-up truck - pickup could be a single word here.

The movie had a lot of gun fire - gunfire.

A man put a wood-slatted crate - maybe invert this to 'a slatted wooden crate'.


 Comment Written 06-Mar-2018


reply by the author on 06-Mar-2018
    Thank you for your comments. I have taken your suggestions to heart. I put this thing through a, murder-board-of-five, review. As you may know, committees are as good as the least of its members. In my defense, I won't say which of the board is the least.
Comment from Katie Solis
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What an interesting story. I enjoyed the humor, when you said your dad must have been around for awhile. This reminded me of an old-fashioned yarn, and I appreciated the journey to get to the end.

 Comment Written 06-Mar-2018


reply by the author on 06-Mar-2018
    Thank you very much. The very first event (related in the poem Body Partings) which I remembered, occurred about five months earlier. My dad wasn't there because he was looking for a house in Big Spring. This story germinated several decades ago when I asked my mom, "Who were the two fat ladies who told me to look for the stork?" I never forgot the rooster or the peanut butter.
reply by Katie Solis on 06-Mar-2018
    Hahaha. Did your mom laugh or smack you?
reply by the author on 06-Mar-2018
    Laughed. Said, they were your grandmothers. I didn't equate one of the fat women as the one who made me eat the peanut butter.
reply by Katie Solis on 06-Mar-2018
    Cute
reply by the author on 06-Mar-2018
Comment from Sherman541
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I very much enjoyed your story. I love that you followed the dog, almost any kid would have. I had a mean rooster in my life too. Eating to many sweets was a killer for any kid and still is. Grandmas knew about throwing fits and they did not put up with them. Oh, I remember those days, though I am much younger than 1939, I am still old enough to have gotten in on many of the same things you did. Peanut butter was only a cookie that I ate sometimes, never ate actual peanut butter until years later, so I can say, that I can and do from time to time eat peanut butter now. Great Story! Good luck and Best Wishes in the Contest! Sherman541

I can remember back, as far as, when I was two. The memories are splotchy, as in you remember more like incidents and specifics versus, like Monday we got up went to z and then back to a then over to c lol but one thing, that one time, oh yeah :)

 Comment Written 04-Mar-2018


reply by the author on 04-Mar-2018
    Thank you very much Sherman. Your words encourage me.
reply by Sherman541 on 04-Mar-2018
    You are very welcome :)
reply by the author on 04-Mar-2018
    Again, thank you.
reply by Sherman541 on 05-Mar-2018
    :)
reply by the author on 05-Mar-2018
    Thank you
reply by Sherman541 on 05-Mar-2018
    :)
reply by the author on 05-Mar-2018
    :)
Comment from jmdg1954
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Author... I thought you told this short story extremely well. To me it read as though you were telling me the events leading up to the peanut butter and birth of your sister. I felt like I followed you around the entire time in reading.

Expertly done. John

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2018


reply by the author on 03-Mar-2018
    Thank you. Those were the things I remembered and asked my mother about the incidents. There was one other remembrance, several months earlier. The first memory that was stored in my very young mind. It was not related to the scar from my peanut butter incident. It also involved food. I wrote a poem about that one. To bad my mom, dad and grandparents are not around so I can ask more questions. My mother said several times, "What! You can remember that ..." The one that made her laugh was what I remembered about Gone With the Wind.
Comment from bolu-tife
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Great read! I once had too much oatmeal once and I almost threw up. But I haven't had oatmeal since then. And I don't intend to in the nearest future, lol.

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2018


reply by the author on 03-Mar-2018
    Thank you. I do know how you feel. You probably like peanut butter and I know I like oatmeal.
reply by bolu-tife on 04-Mar-2018
    Yesss! I looooove peanut butter.
Comment from linsbm
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You had a photographic memory. With that young age of less than 3 years old, you vividly remembered in details the story of your childhood. Excellently written up to the end, with your most unforgettable experience of eating peanuts well defined why not eating up to today. Thanks for sharing. God bless.

 Comment Written 03-Mar-2018


reply by the author on 03-Mar-2018
    Thank you. Some do not understand when I said it was like watching Greek Drama one unconnected scene after another. I have a picture of me, in that yard, looking daggers at an aunt and an uncle, sitting on the porch. I asked my mother about the photo. My aunt and uncle hid my stick horse. They wouldn't tell me where it was. I don't remember the incident, but I remember the stick horse.
Comment from Susan Burger
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I enjoyed your story very much. I felt like I was along on a delightful journey down your memory lane. Funny how we have some memories that are so vivid and others that are faint, fuzzy, little wisps that dance near the surface, but not with much clarity. Thanks for sharing this story. It is a good entry for the Scars Contest. Good luck in this competition.


 Comment Written 03-Mar-2018


reply by the author on 03-Mar-2018
    Thank you very much for your words and stars.
Comment from nartoonla
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Hi, That was an amusing story. Enjoyed it. It reminded me of my father who once offered me peanut butter and maple syrup... My reply was yuck. And as for the rest, I can grasp but personally do not dislike peanut butter which is better with jelly, tried that?

 Comment Written 27-Feb-2018


reply by the author on 27-Feb-2018
    Thank you. Yes I tried it. Even made PBJs for my kids, still yucky.
Comment from Sugarray77
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I really liked reading about your childhood and all of the first memories that you have had. I too have an aversion to some things because of a related bad food incident. Ha! I won't share. LOL. Thanks for a good read!

 Comment Written 26-Feb-2018


reply by the author on 26-Feb-2018
    Thank you very much.