It was autumn in Iowa, 1963. I was fourteen and about to begin eighth grade. My mother remarried--for the sixth time--and we moved from my hometown of Muscatine to a farm just outside the rural community of Atalissa. This was the nineteenth move for me since my dad died in 1953. I was four back ... Views: 1744
I remember watching him pick up and skip stones across the surface of the water as we walked along the river's edge. I wanted to do that--wanted to learn--and he promised to teach me one summer, a long time ago.
He kept the promise and I watched and listened well.
He showed me which stones ... Views: 1258
This past Easter Sunday our two sons and their families joined us for the traditional ham dinner accompanied by scalloped potatoes, baked beans, homemade rolls and strawberry shortcake for dessert. You'd think after all the years and all the hams I would get a different menu request, but the ... Views: 1498
We were just kids back then--somebody's sons and daughters--searching for our place, our voice, our future, our identity during a time that would never come again.
It was a time of freedom, of few limitations, when belief in yourself—your talents and abilities—fueled your future, your ... Views: 1628