1,001 Conquest

By Allan Murray

This book is about my life and what I went through to live to the age of 94.

My book is about the conquest of women, also health and accidents and sickness working and war.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781633386945

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1,001 Conquests in My Life, Time, Living, Working, Eating, Surviving, World War II, Marriages, Women, etc.

This is my life story. I was born in Mountain View in Western Pennsylvania. I was the second son of a family of twelve, six boys and six girls. I was born in 1924, the son of a coal miner. There was a new baby every two years approximately, give or take six months.

During the Depression, starting in 1929, life got hard as Dad was laid off. We managed with relief and growing our own vegetables. We also raised chickens, so we had lots of eggs to eat. We would have roasted chicken every Sunday. It was my job to kill the chickens. I had a tree stump. I drove two nails into the stump the width of a chicken’s neck. I would lay the neck between the nails and chop its head off. Mother was a great cook and baker. She had to bake twice a week as the family grew. I had to wear Wilheim’s clothing as he outgrew out of then. I didn’t like to wear his hand-me-down shoes as he always had athlete’s foot. But I never did catch it. We would go barefoot all summer.

As I was going to school in the morning, when I was in for the fourth grade, I was grabbed by an older boy. He led me over to the overhang of this store, where he proceeded to sodomize me. I went home crying. Mother asked what the matter was. All I said was I only had one little sandwich for breakfast. I bet I heard that statement a hundred times in my lifetime. I withdrew from everything but listening to the radio when I was out of school. I still remember the programs: Jack Armstrong, the All-American Boy, Little Orphan Annie, Terry and the Pirates. I was withdrawn in school and flunked the fourth grade. It changed my life forever. On Valentine’s Day, I brought every kid in my class a valentine, and I didn’t receive one in return. That hurts still till today.

Childhood

Christmas during the Depression was sad as I can only recall that one year I received a small cannon like the ones they used in the Civil War. You put a steel ball down the barrel, pulled a lever back, let it go, and a spring moved the lever forward, shooting the ball out of the barrel. A rich great-uncle would give each of us a new dime. The kids of another family would get a quarter as they were closer related. I have a picture of Wilheim and me sitting in a wagon. We must have been three and five years old. Those were better days before the Depression.

We played Indian baseball. It was played with thirteen player or less. If a player caught the ball, he would be the next batter. If a grounder then played, who got the ball would roll it to hit the bat lying on the ground. If it hits the bat, the player who hit the bat was the next batter.

We also played round baseball. It was played with thirteen players or less—one player for each position, plus four batters. When a batter made an out, the catcher would become the next batter with the rest of the players rotating one position.

Brother Wilheim and cousin Kurt and I were outside playing one night. This man who was driving an old car drove by. We threw sand at his car. He stopped and chased us. I hid under Kurt’s porch. He caught Wilheim and Kurt. He took them into Kurt’s house and told his parents. Dad then took Wilheim down to our house. He got out his pit belt and gave Wilheim a bad lichen. They never told that I was also involved.

Up on top of the hill above the schoolhouse was a flat area, but there were pitholes dotting the area. There was a coal mine beneath the hill. But it had been abandoned years before. We would play baseball and football on the hill.

This one hot summer day, Sigfred and I were just playing around. A girl came up to us. She was visiting a family in town. We all started messing around. She then fainted on the side of a pithole. Part of her pus was showing. Sigfred found a tin can and got some muddy water out of a hole and threw it on her. She came too, but to this day, I don’t know whether she was sexually hot and wanted to be fucked. Some of the older boys heard about the episode and started calling Sigfred Muddy Water. When she fainted, we were scared, so we did what was supposed to be done when someone fainted.

When I was seventeen, I got a job in the bowling alley, setting up duckpins, which were eight inches tall and had two-inch rubber bands around the middle. You would step on a lever, and steel pegs came up through the floor, and you would set the pins on them. There were holes in the bottom of the bowling pins. Sometimes when a beautiful girl was bowling, I would set the bowling pins, the pegs that came up, not through the floor but inside the pegs. As the bowling pins were closer together, you would get strikes easier and higher games; they liked winning. When we weren’t setting pins, we played pool for money. I was a good shot, so I won some money. The owner ran a high-stakes poker game in the back room.

When I was young, all the coal mines near town were worked out, so Dad had to travel to Filbert to work. He rode to work with some other men. Dad did not have an automobile. He bought one during World War II. During the war, he got a job at Pennsylvania Rubber Company. Brother Sigfred also worked there before going in to the Navy.

On with my life story. In the winter, I went to school and played touch football in the fall with my brothers and friends at school and after school. When the dam froze over, we skated and played hockey.

In the spring and summer, we would play baseball.

The men around the area had a great baseball team. They played in an organized league and won a lot of championships. So the players went up to the minor leagues. The best player was Jack Smith, who played shortstop. He had been offered to play professional baseball, but his dad wanted him to become a doctor.

So he went on to become a medical doctor. Other players went into the minor league but never made it to the major league. My father was their scorekeeper. I knew he had a lot of baseball sense, but he never gave me any pointers. I would set up a bushel basket against the chicken coop where I practiced pitching. My dad would walk by and never say a word.

I would go around and pick up junk iron, copper, and aluminum. A man would come around and buy the junk. After I earned enough money, I used the money to buy a baseball glove from Sears, Roebuck and Company for a baseball glove.

When it arrived, that was the happiest day in my life. As I was a left-hander, I was tired of wearing other kids’ right-hand gloves.

In the summer, the farmer would thrash their wheat and or oats. The farmer would hire us to help with the harvesting. I hated it when we thrashed in the barn. As I had hay fever, my nose would be running all the time I was working. I would take two handkerchiefs as one got wet. I would hang it outside to dry and use the other one till it got wet. This would go on all day. We were paid fifty cents, and we would have two meals in another farmer’s house.

In the fall, we would husk field corn. We would be paid twenty-five cents a bushel. With the money we earned, we would buy some clothing and treat ourselves to an Eskimo Pie ice cream or chocolate candy. I am still a chocoholic. When I was in high school, on weekends, my buddy Tom Bush and I would pull a coke oven, and we would be paid three dollars and fifty cents.

When I was seventeen, on October 10, 1941, I quit high school. I then tried to get a job at Jeanette Glass Factory. After a week, the company wanted proof of my age. I tried to change my birth certificate, but I messed it up, so I had to leave that job.

Brother Joseph was born on October 5 that year. Our house was a four-room wood-frame place. When you came in the front door, there was the stairwell to the second floor and two bedrooms. And to your right was the door to the kitchen, and the door to the left opened to the living room. Brother Walter was nineteen months old at the time and playing in the living room. I walked over to the kitchen, where Mother Marianne was doing the breakfast dishes. I got a cup of coffee and then went back to the living room. Joseph’s crib was aflame. He was screaming like hell from the fire burning his left leg. I picked up Joseph and carried him to the kitchen and handed him to Mother. I went back to the living room and extinguished the fire. Mother took Joseph to a friend’s house. He took them to the hospital. The fire had burned off three of his toes and the skin three quarters of his leg up to his knee. Right side of the stone in the living room, brother Peter rolled up some newspaper and light it and threw it into the crib with Joseph in it.

I didn’t pursue Jane to have sex, but one day, she rode down on her bicycle to the house to visit my oldest sister, June. June asked Jane if she could ride her bicycle, so Jane let her. We went into the house. Jane sat down on a chair; I started to fondle her. No more than a minute, then Dad came in the door. He commanded her to get out of the house. And he proceeded to kick my ass.

Below the lower fall, it was dammed up so we had a nice swimming hole.

On the north side of the swimming hole was a wall, but the bottom from the wall out was a concrete bottom four feet deep, which extended out twenty feet; at that point, it dropped off to ten feet.

I spent many hours swimming, diving, playing game, and sunbathing. I got a great tan. We didn’t have any sun lotion back in the 1930s and 1940s.

So I am paying for it today. I had skin cancer removed from the left side of my face in 2002. Just this year 2010, I had skin cancer removed from my upper left chest. I also had four spots frozen on my head.

There were always girls also using the old swimming hole. A girl from Latrobe named Sue let me play with her; I had to push her bathing suit to the side so I could get my dick in her pussy. It was a little too much, but as I said, a stiff dick has no conscience! That was the only place I had sex with her as I never dated her and I had no transportation or money. We had a lot of good times in the old swimming hole.

Childhood

I had to wash the dishes and scrub the floors in the living room, bedrooms, and also the front porch. I carried water from the creek across the road. Also, on Mondays,