With absolute confidence, I can say this — ‘The day I was born was a good day for my parents.’ The year was 1953 and I was the second child born to the family of this young couple. The delivery went well. Or at least nothing was ever said aboutContinue Reading

I can not say with any certainty why it was so important to my grandmother that she had a granddaughter.  However, neither can I recall a time when she did not seem proud of me as her granddaughter and eager to show me off as her granddaughter.   Others canContinue Reading