Or Ode to My Cell Phone Unless you have a vivid memory of 1918, no one could have imagined a year like 2020. I would never have thought that I would be spending Thanksgiving and Christmas with only my kitty,…
Or Ode to My Cell Phone Unless you have a vivid memory of 1918, no one could have imagined a year like 2020. I would never have thought that I would be spending Thanksgiving and Christmas with only my kitty,…
It has not been a good week for many in our community. Mimi Lawton called to tell me that Sharon McCombs had passed away. She taught 3rd grade in Plymouth some years ago. Mary Jo Williams, mother of Marcia…
Probably no one uses or appreciates the United States Postal Service more than I do. I am “old school” and still mail bills, Christmas cards, birthday cards, sympathy cards and more. I usually drop a half dozen pieces of…
I barely remember my Great grandmother Evelyn Reidsema even though one of my names is for her. What I do know is that she had several children who eventually scattered over the country. For eighty six years and multiple…