Years That Answer

My maternal grandparents must have had a wedding in 1910, because there is a formal portrait, Grandma in wedding dress and Grandpa in a suit...

I'm trying to get into the right frame of mind for Thanksgiving, you know, the state where I want to clean and cook. It's getting la...

Well, that was rough, going to a funeral for a 32 year old man. Death is always hard, but when a young person with so much to live for dies,...

I've been sick with a sinus infection all week. I called the doctor on Monday, but couldn't get an appointment so they set me up wit...

I was sitting at the breakfast table one Saturday morning with my mother and my brother, Freddie.  I'm not sure of the year, but it woul...

In 1949, my parents moved out of my paternal grandparent’s house in South Bend, Indiana, where they had lived since my father returned from ...

My husband became a great-grandpa again. His granddaughter S had a baby boy. He's a beauty, just like his 2 year old sister, CH. I claim...

In my last post I told you how I hate to travel. Today I will confess that I love to be other places once I get there.  While up north last ...

Aaack, my heart!  My youngest grandson no longer thinks I'm the funniest person in the world.  I knew this would happen eventually.  But...

I recently learned two of my father's first cousins died. We weren't "close." However, we shared an interest in family his...

When I was in hospital giving birth to our daughter 47 years ago, we agreed to allow student nurses to observe my labor. Actually, I didn...

Here's a letter I wrote to a 15 year old pregnant niece of mine over 20 years ago.  In light of the current attack on Roe vs. Wade, I th...

I've said this before, and I guess I'm gonna have to say it again. My side of the family are like Klingons. This my husband and I ag...

Yesterday I received Valentine's Day flowers from my three grown-up grandchildren who live up north. You really have to know a bit about...

Visitor season in Florida is going on full force as the frozen Northlanders make their way south to warm up. This natural phenomenon also wa...

The older I get, the more Christmas becomes a life gauge. Each year I touch and consider my past. Owl ornament my ornery friend Maggie gi...

This post is for my blog-friend Sabine , who is often the voice crying out in the wilderness.  Baby Sister texted to thank me for posting ab...

Yes, I am bone tired. I am back from the family wedding that warranted my new haircut. I had a great time, filled with family, old friends, ...

On Memorial Day 2018, I choose to honor my my maternal uncle, Joe. He was initially stationed at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii with the Army Air Corp...

What a mind-boggling, life changing year 2017 was for me. I'm a compulsive photo chronicler, so I have photos to testify on behalf of th...