About

cropped-kyle-age-2-in-kentucky-0011.jpgJ. Kyle Johnson lives in retirement among the beautiful mountains and lakes of East Tennessee with his lovely spouse of 46 years (the ‘Little Suzi’ of stories found at jkylejohnson.net).

Kyle permanently changed his technical hat for a creative one after a 35-year career with science and engineering contractors of the federal government. Most of his creative writing can be classified as historical fiction (or ‘creative nonfiction’) that is based on actual characters and events associated with family and friends.

Kyle was born in Pineville, Kentucky, and raised in Oak Ridge, Tennessee. He received his BS and MA degrees from Tennessee Tech University (’75, ’77).

 

 

1 Comment

  1. J. Kyle, I shared many of the same experiences you relate growing up in OR. The Easter Egg hunts, “Carbide Christmas Parties” at the high school, and catching lightning bugs were all a big part of my childhood. My parents built that first ‘mansion’ LOL of Oak Ridge at 110 Providence Rd. The wooded areas across the street, and the lot next door, were gold mines for lightning bugs and my Mom would make us go out every nite w/ her to catch bugs. Remember we took them to a house on Plymouth Rd to cash the frozen bugs in. My little brother and I would find “coke bottles” to cash in, in the creeks around the pool, Grove Center, and the high school to cash in at the White Store. Early they were worth .02 later .05.
    I remember the Cuban Missile Crisis as more serious. I was in Kindergarten at Willowbrook. I could tell by what my parents, especially my mother were saying that we were in a serious situation. All of us 5 yr olds had our dog tags made at school, in case we were separated from our parents. I had them all the way up til high school, wish I still did, what a story they told.
    An area that was very important to me that you don’t mention were the two ball fields at “Midway” where the present Civic Center now stands. I played full field baseball there as a 6 yr old in 1963 in some type of city league. It was great. I would also walk down there on summer nights w/ older guys from my neighborhood and watch men’s fast pitch softball, and older boys baseball. When they said they were going to remove those fields it was a catastrophic experience for me, those 2 fields were so cool to me.
    Anyway, I could write another 5 pages on the joys of growing up next to ORHS, and what it’s fields, creeks, dumpsters, and events meant to our lives.
    I enjoyed reading your story and hope you do well on your book. Look forward to talking to you about growing up in OR in the future.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s