This is the first time, I think, that a member of my father’s family ever made the front page of a newspaper. And above the fold! I got this a few weeks ago from my father, who had gotten it from my aunt who was cleaning out stuff that hadn’t been touched since the 1930s.… Continue reading

Imagine looking up every night and being mesmerized by nature’s wonder. I don’t have to imagine. That was my every clear night when I lived in far northern Maine, a sparsely populated stretch of land near the Canadian border. It was one of the best things about living there. How many times have you seen… Continue reading

My father gave me some of my grandfather’s photos a few weeks ago, which had been rescued from my aunt’s house when she moved. My grandfather has been dead since 1976 and my grandmother since 1994, and my aunt joked that a lot of the material hadn’t seen the light of day in at least… Continue reading