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‘God bless you. Good night.’

As a child, my bedtime ritual — after brushing my teeth in the only bathroom our family of 11 had — started by dipping the fingers of my...

John the Storyteller

When I visit with my sister Barb and her husband, John, it never takes long for John to get into storytelling mode. He grew up in French...

‘Stories in Stone’

During our recent icy weather, with my work at a local thrift store canceled, I spent time putting together the scrapbook of my September...

Others’ Christmas Memories

I recently came across some notes I took a few years ago during some “Remember When” discussion groups I led. They are just too good not...

Storytime with Mom

My 95-year-old mother has resided in a nursing home for three months, and my siblings and I are all finding new ways to make the most of...

A Taste of Fall

Three of my sisters and I went on a bus trip to Vermont last week. Another quartet of sisters also was along, as were multiple other...

A Quote

“Within their pages, books contain the wisdom of the people who wrote them. Books never lose their memory.” — Professor Morgenstern in...

Time With My Father

My father died 25 years ago today. Most of this blog, which started out as a column for the Herald for Father’s Day 2001 and has since...

Change of Address Prompts Memories

My hometown newspaper, where I spent nearly 20 years of workdays, moved from a two-story, red-brick building dating to the 1930s into...

Remember the Time...

Remember the time my nieces Ella, Grace and Sarah attended the father-daughter Girl Scout dance and walked into the fortune-teller’s tent...

A Quote

“Storytelling is an art in the mountains, a way of transmitting history, culture, and shared experience from generation to generation.“...

Possessions Help Tell Our Stories

A copy of Reef Points is among the more intriguing doations I’ve come across at the thrift store where I work. The US. Navy’s official...

My Cancer, Past Tense

Earlier this month, my medical records at Community South Cancer Center were changed from non-Hodgkin lymphoma, diffuse large B-cell, to...

Missing A Friend

After a fitful few hours of sleep, yesterday I awoke to a day with no Dawn. The day before, she died. Most unexpectedly. Age 59. Dawn and...

100 Years Ago

One hundred years ago this summer, Frank and Anna (Schroeder) Rasche welcomed son Ernest into the world. Forty-three years and some...

Uncle Roman

For as long as I can remember, I knew that I once had an uncle Roman. For just as long, I knew that he died as a teenager when he was...

A Quote

"History isn't usually told by the bigwigs of the era, even if they are some of its main characters. Instead, it is often reconstructed...

A Quote

At the end of our lives, we become only memories. If we're lucky, someone is passing those down. — Plum Johnson, "They Left Us Everything"

Sisters Write, Share Life Stories

I spent Monday afternoons this past fall leading Life Stories classes for religious sisters in a nearby town. Three of the sisters in the...