Telling HIStory

My neighborhood in the 1970’s was like many around the country—filled with local shops owned for generations by neighborhood families. We had a small pharmacy that had assisted those with illness and provided penny candy and small gifts for children for over a century, and the local beauty shop was ...

My mother’s soothing voice was often all I needed as a little girl to calm my childish fears. I have a memory from the age of four when an older neighbor girl told me the story of the “Bogeyman” for the first time, how he came into houses in the ...

Every family has a story-teller, the one who shares family history, the one who always remembers a time in their family’s past, or recalls a tried and true saying that still seems to fit well in many scenarios. Now imagine sitting around the family table and telling stories of family ...

My dad seldom lit his pipe, it was used more as an aid. What kind of an aid comes in the form of a pipe? Just months before I was born, Dad had been diagnosed with a degenerative muscle disease affecting his neck.  He tried treatments, which helped some. He ...

They had been the idea of Dwight D. Eisenhower long before he was sworn in as President—two-lane highways that would run from one side of America to the other.  As a young lieutenant colonel, he had traveled the rough roads of our country from Washington D.C. to San Francisco, California, ...