Archive for November 2018

The New York City tenement scene which I have painted in a previous story became more and more worrisome to me as my little sister, Nancy, was growing up.  In our working- poor community most of our adult neighbors and even some of their children had not finished high school and worked at low-paying jobs. …

The excerpt below is from my book, “Tracing the Arc, Two Men Who Helped Build Montana”. The writers group has been discussing the subject of legacy, so the following is my contribution to that subject. Prologue             Each of us carries in our DNA genetic markers that are similar to barcodes on articles of commerce.…

Generally when we think of legacy, our minds ask, “What kind of legacy am I leaving?” Recently I read an article encouraging us to think about what kind of legacy we received from our parents and grandparents. When I think of the legacy from my parents, one of the first things that comes to mind…

The purpose of the website is to pass along to your friends and families life experiences you have had during your lifetime. Young family members and recent friends and acquaintances know you as an older person. But you weren’t always old with all the frailties you have now. Somewhere in there is a younger person…

A Beautiful Sunrise  One morning as I was driving to work, I saw one of the most beautiful sunrises I had ever seen. Along the way I spied a homeless person who had stopped pushing his cart along the sidewalk and was gazing at that same sunrise. How grateful I felt that the beauty in…

When entering Gamblers Anonymous I had no idea that after so many years I would still be attending meetings. My Dad was an inspirational force in my recovery. He met Gam-Anon members who passed on valuable information about Gamblers Anonymous and the people who are helped by the program. After this meeting, he mentioned that…

“Hi, I’m Elsie,” I said to my fellow student. “Are you taking notes in braille on that gizmo?” “Yup,” he answered. “Thanks for asking.” He extended his hand. “My name’s Frank.” It was the first day of a two-year graduate counseling program and the beginning of a long and close relationship between Frank and me.…

At the senior living facility where I now live we had a veteran’s pinning ceremony, where the veterans were presented with plaques and flag pins, honoring their service. What a touching afternoon it was as we remembered and honored them and even the spouses.