Welcome to my blog, a thoughtful gift my son Lew set up for my 95th birthday.

December is a troubadour singing in celebration of vanillla-ice skies snow-cone hills frost-sculptured window pane of crackling fire...

I liked going to school. Our farm was several miles from our closest neighbors, so school was not only for learning but also for playing...

Hunting for Indian arrowheads was a unique and interesting pastime I enjoyed doing with my siblings or schoolmates. We searched the...