Where could I find true funny anecdotes, stories?

You might want to look at anecdotage.com/ The site description says, "Thousands of true funny stories about famous people. Anecdotes from Gates to Yeats. " You can search by topic, such as science, sports, fashion, art, music and more.

This site has some truly funny email correspondences. They are supposedly real exchanges between the site author and his various encounters with random people. This is one of my favorites, "Dear Neighbor, you are not invited to my party."

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This is a story of me and my sister. I hope you will enjoy it. There's a country and western song about long lessons learned.

I don't recall the lyrics, but sometimes you have to fail and survive in order to learn a life lesson. Here's a tale that many of you may have learned too. My dad had this old lawn mower where you had to flip the top and crank a handle instead of pulling a cord.

The crank tightened a spring and the a release would let it fly to crank the engine. It was probably a good design when it was new, but it was very old by the time I was old enough to cut the lawn. I recall one Saturday afternoon when mom and dad were off some place and my eldest sister was left in charge.As you can imagine she always loved babysitting us because we were such exceptional children and behaved for our big sister just as we would for our mom and dad.

No, really! Getting me to mow the lawn was an exercise in futility. You haven't lived until you try to get me away from a television set on Saturday.

So, it wasn't all that uncommon for one of my sisters to be out mowing the lawn on any given day. I swear the only words I heard from my mother some weeks was, "You're father is out there mowing the lawn. Why don't you go finish it up for him?

" Even the guilt laid on by my Catholic mother couldn't get me out there. On this day one of my sisters had started the mower and mowed the lawn. The mower was never an easy start and since I often avoided this chore I was not an expert on starting it.

I did become well versed in stopping it. The reason for my dedication to that task follows. Someone came to me and said the lawn mower wouldn't stop.

I don't recall which sister fetched me, but I knew what had to done immediately. I tried to stop it the way we normally did, but my sister was right. The darn thing just wouldn't stop.

It was way too noisy for me to let it just run out of gas and it was drowning out the television set, so I decided to disconnect the spark plug in an effort to slow Ol' Bessy down. The first thing I saw was a pry bar. Now, for those of you unfamiliar with pry bars, they are used for prying and are great levers for taking nails out of wood.

They are also very heavy because they are made of solid, very durable metal. Being thick they conduct electricity extremely well with a minimum resistance. The pry bar extended my reach about 3 or 4 feet and had a handy curved end to hook the spark plug wire.

It was practically screaming, "Use me. " I only touched the wire for a second or two, but that was enough to put me in the circuit. That old lawn mower with its beer can patched deck and arm aching old fashioned crank sure taught me a healthy respect for electricity that day.

After my shocking revelation I found a stick and repeated my experiment. Sure enough that old mower stopped.As they say, any landing you walk away from is a good landing.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.