Everyone has a story to tell. If you were to take a nice fall day and ride your bike or drive to Maplewood Cemetery you would be greeted by hundreds of granite and other type of stone markers jutting up from the earth. Most all contain three similar elements, a name, date of birth and death. The last two are generally separated by a dash. Only those who knew the person lying there have any idea of what that dash represents. Was he funny, a good business man, a religious person, a loving mother, a great high-school athlete. Did he serve in the Civil War, did she serve her country in Iraq. There is one thing for certain, if you do not share stories about your time here, your time here will slowly fade away like the stories of so many at Maplewood.
New Albany Stories is the perfect place to start your journey as a writer. If you recall playing ball at the old little-leauge diamond south of the high-school where the dugouts were really dug down into the ground, and where the little concession stand sold three cent pixie sticks with swirled paper wrappers. Or if you recall the first time you drove the new 161 bypass and how quickly you went from New Albany to Columbus, you have stories to tell. What about a favorite friend, teacher, pastor, or quirky but beloved neighbor. How about a funny pet story or that best game of golf. We are looking for input about life in New Albany, Ohio. Please send your story, don’t worry about the english, who cares, where, the coma, is supposed to go. Don”t let your dash fade away.