Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Happy Birthday Mr. Burroughs....


Edgar Rice Burroughs was born in Chicago on Sept. 1, 1875....he died March 19, 1950. I only meet the man through his many novels and stories. He died before I was born but he lives on by giving us his mighty heroes and wonderful worlds. Happy Birthday Mr. Burroughs and I owe you alot. I owe part of my imagination to you, I owe you for helping me when my father died as I usedyour heroes for a guide to the ways of right and wrong. And now I owe you for one of the greatest nights of my life.

4 comments:

  1. We both owe ERB a bundle, pal. He helped me through some rough times, too. You've certainly done him proud...I hope someday I might find a way to repay him, too.

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  2. I hate to admit that I never read an ERB novel, just seen the movies based on them. I grew up with Robert E. Howard.

    Tom, it is so cool to see you with your award.

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  3. Martin, you do give back to him even more than I do....you are a writer with the spark of his imagination. I would love to read a Tarzan story written by you....oh wait that is our KiGor. So see you are.

    Lloyd, well I am a HUGE Howard fan also. I find Howards words to flow so well. While Burroughs imagination is his tent pole. Almuric is Howards answer to John Carter of Mars. The words of Howard beats drums in my soul, the imagination of Burroughs sparks my mind. I used to try to write sentences like Burroughs in high school and was always told I had too many 'run on' sentences. ha.

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