Priscilla’s World
A Small Funny Looking Bicycle
I don’t remember how old I was, but not very old I am sure. We had entered milk tabs, I think, and gone to the local theatre. They were pulling tabs out of a container, and each tab pulled won a bicycle. I don’t remember how many bikes were given away that day. All I...
Are you still friends with any of your friends from high school?
Are you still friends with any of your friends from high school? How have they changed since then? Last October (2020) I drove to Arkansas City for a high school reunion. About 30 folks showed up for that. None of the girls that I ran around with in high school were...
My Memory of the Years That Have Slipped By
I had just finished reading Bill Tammeus book about the death of his nephew Karleton when the first plane crashed into the World Trade Center in New York in 9/11. About the time I finished that book Donna Ziegenhorn sent me an email about a program on interfaith...
Memories With the Generations
I gaze with nostalgia at my bedroom wall Minnie and her siblings pose in an antique maple frame Where will this 1870 group go when I move for the last time? A black & white checked dress on eleven-year-old Minnie is so old-fashioned Many...
Advent of the Automobile
I am now eighty-nine years old and dread the day my car is taken from me. So far my health is good so I may have some time yet. But that thought lurks in the back of my mind. All my family has loved cars since they were invented. It was 1908 when our family bought our...
The Joys of Autumn
I think that every year that Rodney and I were together...five years dating and fifty-nine years of marriage ... we exclaimed how much we loved fall. Mostly it was the colors of the trees, but in many ways just the feel of the air overwhelmed us. I went for...