Curt's Crazy Tales

You Didn't Really Do That, Did You?

May 11, 2017
by Curt Swisher

About My Crazy Tales: You Didn’t Really Do That–Did You?

There are several definitions of the word “Memoir.”

“Autobiography” is one of those definitions for memoir. Usually when you hear someone wrote their autobiography, you might think that the person writing it was someone noteworthy, like a famous author, politician, scientist, etc. That brings us to a second definition for memoir–meaning “an account of something noteworthy.”

Who am I to write “My Memoir?” Well to tell the truth, my life has meaning, and purpose, and is noteworthy. You do not have to be famous to write your memoir.

Often, especially at Christmas time, my Grand kids  asked me to tell some of my “Crazy Tales.” We always have a ball when I recount them. Others, like former bosses and co-workers, often asked to hear those “Crazy Tales.”

A treasured book of mine, is a collection of memories of my Great Grandfather Jerome Bonaparte Swisher. This collection of memories, submitted by many relatives, was put together by my cousin Emily Bogan Swisher, and called “A Time To Laugh, A Time To Cry.”

Realizing how much I enjoy reading about those memories of my Great Grandfather, and his descendants, and realizing that my Grand kids (and others) really do want to hear my stories, my “Crazy Tales,” I have decided to write “My Memoirs.” I will try to write them on a regular basis (about every other week,) so stay tuned. I think you will like some of my “Crazy Tales.” I’m sure many of them will cause you to “LOL.”


May 9, 2017
by Curt Swisher

How “Not” to Saw a Board in Two

I love to build things, always have.

I grew up on a farm on which my Dad had a garage where he stored the family car. The time was the early 1950’s and the garage had been there for years, so it was nothing fancy. Just a simple wood framed garage with a dirt floor where the car normally set.

At the front there was a workbench with an old vise mounted. The floor under the workbench was hand poured concrete, sort of level but not perfect, and it extended a couple feet in front of the workbench, allowing for a good solid footing to stand on.

One day, when my Dad was gone to work, and so the car was gone, I decided I was going to build something. I do not remember what, but then you have to realize at the age of four or five, what I wanted to build may have not been much of anything–just something to build. Continue Reading →

May 8, 2017
by Curt Swisher

Pay Backs From My Sister: You Didn’t Do That–Did You?

Since we lived on a farm, we had the luxury (I guess you could call it that) of riding a school bus to school.

When I was a Junior in high school my younger sister was a Freshman. I was a “B” to “A-” student. I could have be a straight “A” student IF I worked very hard at it. My Sister was a straight “A” student and did not have to work so hard for it. I always had homework and my Sister rarely took homework home.

One fine day I got on the bus to head for home, and I had no homework. I did however notice that my Sister had a whole arm full of books. Being the devious person that I am, I started plotting. I sat upfront in the bus, and she sat several rows back, so it was no problem for me to get off the bus first. Continue Reading →