The Old Man and Me

The Old Man and Me

by R. C. Larlham

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ISBN-13: 9781612962511
Publisher: Black Rose Writing
Publication date: 09/19/2013
Pages: 340
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.71(d)

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The Old Man and Me 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very humorous, enjoyable, weekend read.
MaadMaax More than 1 year ago
From the first time I read one of Chuck’s stories I realized he was an amazing storyteller. There was something of the Mark Twain about him. He told his stories from today’s viewpoint, but the dialogue is true to the time of the stories. I’ve written a number of stories about growing up in the ‘40s and ‘50s and I know the problem you have with dialogue -- you can’t quite remember the exact words, but you remember the feelings that were being expressed. Every exchange of dialogue sounded real and, as you read it, you put yourself in that young boy’s mind and you’re saying those words. I started reading the author’s stories some time in 2011 and found that he was an amazing storyteller. It was interesting watching him evolve from a storyteller to an author. His early posts were stand-alone stories and had no relation to the one before or after. It didn’t matter, I was quickly sucked in to reading each one. The author is five years older than I but we share a lot of history. He grew up on a working farm in Ohio and I spent my summers on a wheat farm in Oregon. We both learned to drive by driving trucks around the farm and (occasionally) out onto the street, which was illegal at the time. His selection of photos is perfect to reflect what it was like growing up in that age. If you ever want to know what it was like growing up in Ohio in the middle of the last century (wow, that sounds like a long time ago), this is the book for you.
Dabester More than 1 year ago
The Old Man and Me by RC (Chuck) Larlham is a memoir of growing up on a farm in Ohio during the post-World War II years. But it’s more than that. It’s an amazing tribute to the author’s father and to a lifestyle that most of us have never experienced. I found myself becoming more and more immersed in the life of a rural farm and the relationships with his father, mother, and two siblings. Larlham’s effortless prose brings you into his family, into his adventures, and into the stall of the little blind pony (including the mucking). As the title suggests the focus is on Chuck’s ever-complicated relationship with his father. The Old Man is sometimes gruff, sometimes thoughtful, but it’s clear he was always admired by Larlham and his younger brother. Larlham reveals his own childhood insecurities, like competing in his first 4-H competitions with his “Black Leghorns,” followed the next year by capons (look it up). He reveals his futile attempt to learn piano, a losing cause that somehow ended with a different kind of prize, and his equally futile bout at boxing. We learn about his “best birthday ever” (which was also his last birthday ever) and his first experiences with a new car (okay, series of old cars). Holidays, horses, and hunting all get treated to Larlham’s sometimes whimsical, and always readable, storytelling. A sense of how this book will affect you can be derived from the fact that about two-thirds of the way through I was inspired to write down some memories of my own childhood, my own father, and my own nostalgia. Each chapter of Larlham’s book is a vignette of life, and each chapter will inspire the reader to appreciate life itself. I read the last third of the book in one sitting; I couldn’t put it down. The Old Man and Me is the first of what will be a series of memoirs covering Larlham’s life, a life that moves from the farm into the classroom as he becomes what he terms “an educated hick.” The book makes me want to hear more. I look forward to the next one. Larlham notes that “it’s time to leave a legacy” to his children and grandchildren. The Old Man and Me is a fine legacy. The reviewer, David J. Kent, is the author of Tesla: The Wizard of Electricity, available directly from the author and at Barnes and Noble bookstores.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Old Man and Me, Charles Larlham As I was reading The Old Man and Me, I felt as though I was enjoying a long stroll with the author, down a country lane, listening to stories of his youth and young adulthood. His memories brought back my own, long buried memories. Chuck Larlham lived a life far more interesting than mine, and I was mesmerized.  His old man bought a farm, with house, barn, chicken coups, and everything imaginable. With that farm came a pony.  The pony was blind, but gentle and quite rideable. A young boy’s every wish come true. On that farm, young boys were put to work, either farming the land, mucking out the corrals and chicken coups, helping neighbors when needed (literally ‘farmed out’). Once in a while, they actually were paid for their work. The author joined 4-H, and within two years, he had raised 750 chickens, made a profit from the eggs and won 4-H Championship awards (both years). There were more championships to come. As he grew older, ruined a few cars the old man had bought him, he went to college, and later joined the army. He was then a young man. I’ll not go further, except to say that I will always remember this endearing book and stroll down memory lane. I give this a 5 star rating, and look forward to his next book, anxious to walk down that beautiful country path and hear stories of him as an adult.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
You know when you're reading, and suddenly you're in a movie with the author, his parents, his brother and sister and his pony -- well, that's how it is when you read "The Old Man and Me" by RC Larlham. Told in a voice that's as pure Americana as Twain himself, "The Old Man and Me" brings the reader back to a time when life was simpler, yet harder. The iceman delivered blocks of ice, and radio was the only form of electronic entertainment. The night of the author's birth was a doubly memorable occasion -- for not only was the author born but the author's father had suffered a workman's accident and had sustained a concussion. The author's mother was a nurse and his father was a welder, and if you never lived on a farm or had grandparents who grew up on a farm, then you'll see how America came to be a great country of people who worked hard and who valued what they had, in spite of tornados, an attack by a goose, and a curious method from Farmer Black to increase milk production in his cows -- using truckloads of soured mash from a nearby brewery to enhance the mash fed to the cows. Around this time, they went to a farming exhibition from the olden days, where they enjoyed a steam threshing machine that winnowed the wheat from the chaff. Such ventures made everybody appreciate modern conveniences. His mother worked the night shift at the County Infirmary, and Uncle Ike, a long-lost relative of the author's mother, came to live with the author's family and somehow convinced the author and his siblings to help pick dandelions, a fact that shocked the author's father, when he realized his kids were helping Uncle Ike make dandelion wine. The author took to reading early, and his teacher didn't believe that he'd read the entire Dick and Jane book (you have to read the book to find out what happened) but music was another story that years of piano lessons couldn't fix. But wait! There's more. You must read the book to find out about the piano, and the goat. Did I say goat? Yes. Most people haven't seen goats outside of petting zoos, where you're not actually allowed to pet the goat -- and for good reason -- for this goat thought he could butt Granny and get away with it. We're still squarely in the Ike presidency, and the farm is in full swing, and the family obtains a pony -- a blind pony -- they love -- ... and the savvy neghbor girl who... Puberty arrives and the author celebrates his last birthday for a dozen years -- at 12. The author's remarkable memory for details brings to life realities that really weren't so very long ago -- chronologically speaking -- but in this 21st century reality of blindlingly fast technological development, dipping our toes into a few decades before erroneously seems an era long before now, but the author has enveloped us, and we are thrilled to be part of the ride that has now imprinted itself in our soul.