Two shots of my Mom and I – the first in my pre-cynic stage, and the second 34 years later on Christmas Eve 1990. My mother was a warm-hearted lady who radiated joy and brought happiness to people around her. I especially appreciated when she did the “Sergeant Schulz – I see nothing” routine & […]
This is the time of year when folks use sweetened condensed milk for pumpkin pie, peanut butter fudge, and many other holiday treats. Every time I see those cans advertised, I am reminded of my father’s favorite poem. My father worked on farms for much of his life, including two summers during high school on […]
