Monthly Archives: September 2019

I slumped at the kitchen table staring at cake. Grandma shook her head, “You have to eat your food to have cake.” I looked at the meat, potatoes and vegetables. My eight-year-old self protested. Grandma just looked. I would eat … Continue reading →

Carrying two small cases, my husband passed a group of teachers as he walked into the grade school. “What do you have in the cases?” one asked. “Typewriters.” “What is a typewriter? and why are you bringing them here?” “One … Continue reading →

As buses began rolling down the streets, Facebook pages lit up with links to a post from Haley Hassell who visited three stores searching for the specific pencil case her daughter wanted for first grade. As a single mom, meeting … Continue reading →

One of the granddaughters asked me to do a “grandmother’s story” journal. So this is one answer to the many questions in the book. How I met your father/grandfather The Sunday evening before Goshen College closed for the winter break … Continue reading →

We used to have a dining room. Then I saw a pink sewing machine labeled, “Does not work, make an offer.” I definitely needed a pink machine. “I doubt you want what I have to offer,” I said pulling out … Continue reading →