Free eBooks by Chapin, Robert

This is a true story about wanting to be a singer. Mother sang in her church choir and it is a desire I have had for years. First, in the shower, then at a red light, and finally after mother passed in my own church. In the audition I was numb to the idea of performing in front of other people but, I finally performed in front of 300 people. NEVER give up on your dream. Now I have a CD. more...

Doolie Weencer was a greedy banker who would reposses a widows home on Christmas Eve. In the early 1920's his father purchased a bank building from an immigrant farmer but did not have sufficient funds to purchase the land under it. Because the farmer did not open an account with the new bank Weencer denied the loan only to realize that his land rental jumped from $890/yr to $25,000/yr. more...

The Vietnam Veterans Memorial - one of the most visited monuments in America. Each year millions of people the world over make the trip to this hallowed ground. Included in this short story is America's Premier Poster Poem by the author Robert. A. Chapin who was originally invited to meet with The President - and present his framed poem. Plans cancelled marine barracks bombed in Beirut. more...

March 1966, reported to Fort Dix for basic training. On weekend pass I wore a red bandanna with civvies. It was my turn to wash white undergarments of three men I included red bandanna. Underwear pink and me left handed I made mistakes drill sgt picked me out and motioned ordered me to approach podium. As a left hander demanded I drop my drawers - AND... I was wearing pink underwear. more...

The year was 1955, granddad was 62 years old and I only 9. He was a coin and antique dealer in Western Massachusetts and in this year - 1955 he packed me and a lunch into his 1954 Nash Rambler Cross Country station wagon and travel the back roads of New England in search of the elusive 1955 doubled die penny. One bank stop produced 100 of the error coins worth $40,000 EACH - today. more...

It was 1968 and I was in Vietnam. Constantly tempted to smoke marijuana, I finally gave in to the demands of a fellow soldier - I will not call him a friend! The best place to smoke the Asian Jane was in the outhouse. We met inside a stall, I had my pants down around my ankles and as I lit the joint - the hot match dropped down onto my hairy legs into the fuel and what an explosion! more...

In 1961, we had a Rexall Pharmacy in our town. The aroma of the elixers and marble counter with four swivel chairs where teens congregated. The book rack where boys and girls flipped through the magazines of the early 1960's. The soda fountain where Mrs. B. added more fizzy water than Coke syrup - the result - when I attempted to impress Marilyn Snell - was to have it propel through my nose! more...

1964, Lyndon, The Beetles, gas at $.35 per gallon, bread $.54, a new house $20,000, a new car $200. I was 17 years old and my first job was for Mr. D. at a mom and pop Red & White grocery store. My first car: a 1957 Ford Fairlane hardtop convertible. The aroma of the fruits and soap powders forever burned in my brain. Vietnam, college and now I am 65 years old, and still a poopoofnick... more...

Malla was my mother who died of cancer in 1991 at the age of 71. She never remembered my birthday and was an avid follower of Elvis. On the morning of her funeral I was angered - asking why she never remembered me on that special day. As I began to shave, that's when I noticed it: I had Malla's nose! What a special gift - and then I realized it is not always about money! I love you Malla! more...

They were the best of friends in 1959. Entered into a marathon consisting of three revolutions around the town common. Preston and Arvie agreed to end on the same foot - Preston stumbled to the ground and Arvie the victor returned to assist his friend. His demonstration of unselfishness was that of a true human being. Arvie died in a helicopter crash in Vietnam in 1969. more...