Tag Archives: Efraim Ephraim

No. 61: THE MAN RESIDING IN THE SECRET ROOM OF THE FICTION HOUSE – PART II

Posted on September 22, 2013 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh Shelva Reminisces:      The ‘slamming’ shut, the resonant ‘clicking’ lock of the upstairs door: TRAPPED !  ALONE!  In the secret basement room of the Fiction House. Despite your trembling, your fear, you try to stay calm by … Continue reading →

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No. 60: THE MAN RESIDING IN THE SECRET ROOM OF THE FICTION HOUSE – EXHIBIT ‘A’

Posted on September 15, 2013 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh Per my archeo-apology endeavors: I am yet tying together archive data concerning the Rope Haired Man stalking my great grandmother, Shelva.  The incident occurs at the First International Cat Boxing Tournament in St. Petersburg, Russia.  It is … Continue reading →

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No. 58: THE CZAREVICH’S TALE OF THE TRAVELLING FICTION HOUSE

Posted on September 1, 2013 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh 1870’s St. Petersburg, Russia.  My great grandmother Shelva tells of her frightful girlhood experience, stalked by a mysterious Rope Haired Man.  From fear, she faints, awakening to… *     *     *      Peter the Great in fresco reaches … Continue reading →

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No. 38: ‘sss- SO WE MEET AGAIN, SHELVA,’ SAYS CECILY THE SNAKE

Posted on April 14, 2013 by Raji Singh

By Raji Singh (the further adventuring of my great grandmother, Shelva Fiction) Last Week:  Shelva enjoys a warm soak in a just discovered hot springs inside her hired hand’s, Efraim Ephraim’s, man-cave.  Efraim partakes.  Their mule, Sir Winston leaps in.  … Continue reading →

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No. 37: WE MEET AGAIN, MINE COSSACK ENEMY.

Posted on April 7, 2013 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh  (My dear, sweet immigrant Great grandmother, Shelva; as a new bride in the 1890’s writes…) Greenhorn am I, to so many of the ways of mine wonderful new country, Amerika.  Even greener when it comes to knowing … Continue reading →

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No. 36: BEWARE LADIES, THERE’S A SNAKE IN EVERY MAN-CAVE

Posted on March 31, 2013 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh (my immigrant great grandmother, Shelva Fiction’s fear and musing on life in the 19th century Czarist Russia)     I am so afraid of snakes. As little girl, in Moscow, I greet kindly visitor friend of Papa.  He … Continue reading →

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No. 35: MEMORIES MIDST BOMBARDMENT

Posted on March 24, 2013 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh  (My great grandmother Shelva’s accounts of strange happenings – triggered by her hired hand’s building of his ‘Man Cave’ circa 1890’s)     Ever since I leave Moscow, I dream of this Eden land now I live.  Mine … Continue reading →

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No. 34: EFRAIM BUILDS HIS MAN CAVE, PART 2

Posted on March 17, 2013 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh (Witnessed and written by my great grandmother in the 1890’s)      I look out the window of the Fiction House.  I cannot believe what mine eyes beholt.  Never, ever in Moscow could I have imagined I’d be … Continue reading →

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POST No. 33 : EFRAIM BUILDS HIS MAN CAVE, PART I

Posted on March 10, 2013 by Raji Singh

By Raji Singh These days, the man cave, is all the rave. Goliath screen tv’s to capture Gargantua footballers, and Pegasusical steeple chasing.  IRON BARS – on the windows and doors to keep out the misunderstanding spouse.  PLYWOOD BARS – … Continue reading →

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No. 32: HOW EFRAIM EPHRAIM CAME TO RESIDE AT THE FICTION HOUSE

Posted on March 3, 2013 by Raji Singh

by Raji Singh      Another story from my Russian immigrant great grandmother, Shelva Fiction.           We return home from our traveling sales.  The hooves of the horses pulling our patent medicine wagon, they rumble below us.  “Clip cloppity.”  Their gentle … Continue reading →

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