Month: November 2000

Seventy years ago my upstate New York grandparents received a Thanksgiving blessing of not one, but two blue-eyed, blonde sons. Mert and Bert Hibbard grew up during the poverty years of the Depression with a camera happy aunt. Fascinated with her twin nephews she photographically recorded their childhood. Rosey-cheeked babies perched in white, wooden high…

Children make mother’s fashion statements I am not overly concerned about my clothes. Ask anyone. For sure ask my family who despair of getting me conform fashion. Ask the ladies in the women’s circles where everyone else chatted about their new shoes, holiday dresses or their latest piece of jewelry as they looked significantly at…

I confess. I was so caught up in the election returns that I didn’t get to bed until the wee hours of Wednesday morning. I simply could not sleep until I knew the results. It was an election like no other I remember. I was too young to appreciate the close match during the Nixon/Kennedy…

Retiring to the circus They were a typical couple in education. He had worked his way up through the schools from classroom teacher to school superintendent. She followed him from school to school, finding work as a secretary. For 13 years she had a day care program. Their children always knew where to find them:…