Most people are happy to have a little family history. I am an exception. As a small child, I quizzed my grandparents, immigrants all; about where they came from. They patiently repeated the answers when I asked them again and … Continue reading
Here is my Aunt Tess sitting on her husband’s Buick. I actually have more pictures of that Buick than I do anything else from that time. Cars meant a lot to my family, they were status symbols even in the … Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but when someone wants to tell me about their dream, I get uncomfortable, because most dreams are utterly boring to anyone except the dreamer. So when my husband started telling me about this dream, my … Continue reading
As I sit here today, cringing every time the wind throws more rain on my window, I think back to the warm weekend of the Folklife festival It was such a glorious day, my dear husband and I took many … Continue reading
Some time in November, I joined a local community project that involved painting a lot of boring looking folding chairs. I shared the story with a lot of people, and many wanted to see all the chairs together. Today they … Continue reading
