Old-Timers Corner

Browse by Decade

The Same Chance I Had (by Judith N.)
I had a bad dream last night. I don't know what it was about, but it was a real sheet-twister. Ordinarily, I've been delivered from nightmares, most...
The Seven-day Test (by Mary P.)
In 1945, in Miami, Florida, I met a woman from New York who'd been a waitress at Child's Restaurant. A group of AA members often came in and sat at...
Getting Sober in San Francisco, 1945 (by Les F.)
My D-Day was January 2, 1945. I had promised my wife, children, and relatives I would not drink again after January 1, 1945. However, I was drunk on...
A Real War Story (by Bill H.)
I joined the Navy in 1943, and that's when the drinking started. Right after boot camp, I was sent to a service school and was allowed liberty. The...
Serenade (by Tony S.)
In "As Bill Sees It," our co-founder writes that AA is not a "cure-all." Well, perhaps not, but I've never seen anything in over thirty-two years of...
Sixty Years and Counting (by Easy E.)
Sixty years times 365 days per year plus fifteen days for the leap years equals 21,915 days. That is how many days of continuous sobriety I...
Everything I Have (by Butch P.)
At the age of thirty, I found myself homeless and living in a shack. I had been disowned by my family and thrown out of the house by my father. He...
The Perfect Curve (by Gerald R. (as told to Carolyn C.))
When I was fourteen years old, my dad and I were walking down a country road in Indiana when I spotted an empty bottle, curved so it could fit snugly...
From Rags to Riches (by Eileen P.)
At forty years old, lying on the floor alone and hung over, I realized that the party was over. It had begun back when I joined the celebration of...
D.O.S.: February 4, 1947 (by Ginny G.)
February 4, 1947: my first AA meeting in Chicago, Illinois. I was thirty-four years old. As I walked out of the meeting, I asked myself, Could I...