Uncle Ernie appeared in our house a few times each year to stay for a week or so. He had a glorious, glamorous life working in fairgrounds, boxing … [Read more...]
Violet Harrison
My mother Violet was a beauty. A blue-eyed blonde, just over 5 foot, with the sweetest smile you're ever likely to see. People turned to … [Read more...]
Fresh Bread
Our bread came in a cart, fresh from the bakery. This isn’t a photo of the actual cart but it’s a dead ringer. The Bakery was a family business … [Read more...]
