Love You, Good Night

       There is a reason I always end evening conversations with family members with the phrase, “Love You. Goodnight!”      July 28, 1961, was a busy day for Mother, Jean, and myself. After we finished supper at 1529 McKay Street, we went to the Laundromat to...

Reminder Letters

       Years ago, before the computer entered my life, I wrote letters to my children on Sunday evenings. It was my way of staying connected to them and letting them know where I went during the week, who I saw, and what I did.      Here on Illinois Avenue,...

Kodak Moments

     Seeing a nostalgic event can be missed in the blink of an eye. I happened to look out my front window years ago one Halloween late afternoon, just as eight-year-old Duion came running down our front yard hill with a pillowcase of candy he had collected. He rushed...

Fondest Memories

       Important memories to me have been snapshots my mind has taken during years of family rearing. Some come back when triggered by a word or phrase but some stay in my head as a front page to a file folder containing life moments for each of my children and...