Take your choice, but it is now 80 years old. Without rings, they were once called doughboys, but their origins are lost in history’s murky depths.

The story I heard is that doughboys were ship’s specialties. Ship’s cooks made them into rings to make them float in the grease. I do know that towboat cooks on the rivers still handmake them.

Another story is that Joe LeBeau came from New Orleans. He lived in Louisville, Kentucky but was a towboat cook. He retired to Paducah, Kentucky and started a doughnut shop during the depression. Hard times led him to sell his secret recipe to Krispy Kreme. The rest is—burp—history.

Never Forget

Weep No More


Charles Suddeth


I weep for the countless fallen,

For those who will never rise again,

For those whose pain is beyond my knowing,

For those crippled and wounded.


I weep for their families and friends,

For all those empty chairs and years,

For all the songs never to be sung,

For all the loved ones never to be kissed.


I weep for all those with aching hearts,

Whose grief will never be assuaged,

Whose sorrow will never be diminished,

Whose love will live forever.

We Dare Not Forget

Memorial Weekend 2018

I wish you for you and sacred and holy Memorial Day and Weekend. For I do remember those who gave all:

A great-great-great Uncle, William Sudduth, died at the Battle of Raisin River, War of 1812.

My great-great grandfather, Lucilious Pate, came home in1865 to find his wife & family gone, his younger brother, Wesley, had drowned when an army steamboat caught fire, & another brother, James, had died in battle.

My great-grandfather, Thomas Gillenwaters, came home in 1865 from the Union Army, his father dead, his family starving, & a brother whose name I cannot recall had died in battle.

My great-great grandparents, William & Mary Greenfield, were murdered in 1863 by guerillas near Brandenburg, Kentucky.

My great-great grandfather, Samuel Anderson, made it home it 1865 from the Union Army, but his health & lungs were ruined.

My grandmother’s cousin, Beanie (Bennie) Short died in 1865, a Confederate soldier, but I do not judge him or his death.

My great-uncle Sam Short, was a Doughboy in France, and returned, but he had little to say.

My grandfather Orval Pait was also a Doughboy, served at Camp Taylor, Louisville.

Clarence Dean woke up in 1945 in a European battlefield morgue. He died in his 90’s, but would never talk about it.

James Fugit, who fought with Patton, had his legs crushed in1945. Doctors told him he would never walk, but 6 months later, he walked out of a military hospital & lived another 60 years.


I have gone to school or worked with countless people, some of whom likely died in Vietnam or the Middle East, & they should not be forgotten even though I have lost track of them.

To all of the above & countless others who gave their lives, I salute you with all of my heart.

Charles Suddeth

Bloody Mary Dare

Recently I was subbing a class of 2nd-graders. One girl became hysterical when a boy told her Bloody Mary would visit her. The current legend (with many variations) is that you peer into a darkened-mirror & say “Bloody Mary” 3 times. She appears & your butt is hers. (sometimes she can be benign but that isn’t any fun)

Folklorists claim that this is a descendant of mirror-divination. It is popular for sleepovers & it terrifies kids. I would like to do a book about this, if I can detoxify the story & add humor.

My dare to you: Go into a dark room, stare into the mirror, and repeat her name 3 times.

Only if you dare!

Pencil Ouija

I am a substitute teacher. Recently, I taught a second-grade class. Some of the kids were playing a game they called Charlie, Charlie, will you kill me? It is played with a pencil balanced on a second pencil on a paper grid—yes, no, yes, no.  I had to call the school counselor.

Originally it was a Latin American game, Juego de la Lapicera (Pencil Game). Teens call it Charlie, Charlie Challenge—it has spread worldwide thanks to the internet. Some teens claim that Charlie is a Mexican demon.

One girl became hysterical, so it is not funny. I wonder what would have happened had the kids found out that my name is Charles?

Nikola Tesla was born around midnight, July 9 & July 10, 1856 during a lightning storm. According to family legend, midway through the birth, the midwife wrung her hands & declared the lightning a bad omen, “This child will be a child of darkness.” His mother replied, “No. He will be a child of light.”

Tesla had a dark side & a light side. My novel, Dream Flyer, takes place in the present, but it involves Tesla’s Lost Journal & Tesla’s Legend. Who was right, the midwife or his mother? I have 1 editor who is interested, but agents & other editors, feel free to contact me.


Gone but Not Forgotten: The United States Bullion Depository, AKA the Fort Knox Gold, holds the government’s gold. No one has been allowed inside since the 1970’s, because they don’t give tours, even to members of Congress. Rumors persist that the gold vanished, but no one’s talking. Why not?

Is the Federal Government broke? Are we broke?

My novel, Dream Flyer, deals with a mystery of vanished Fort Knox gold. I have 1 editor who is interested, but agents & other editors, feel free to contact me.