Hiawatha Park in Minneapolis, Minnesota
Minnehaha Falls, Minneapolis, MN A cousin of mine wrote beautiful poems. Many were lyrical legends of love, adventure, and a...
Baby May
She had a wooden head with carved baby curls that teased her pink forehead. Her blue eyes opened and closed....
The Clayton Hill
Before George and I were married, I lived in the little river town of Clayton, Iowa. Clayton is a quiet...
Ice Fishing on Old Man River
Tap the above image to view the full picture. January, being the middle of winter, has it's ups and downs....
Christmas is Near–Hurrah! Time to Party–Hurrah! 2020 is almost gone– Total Exhaustion!
Drag your curser over the above image and hit the plus. There are several of The Cherry Valley Hobo books...
My Old Man
A few days ago, we watched a bass tournament on one of the sports channels. George has fished a lot...
Wow! Talk about Eerie.
As many of you know, George and I are now living at the far West edge of Washington State. A...
All We Need is a Fog Horn
The last few nights at about this time (It's almost 9), we have noticed a haziness out front. I opened...
A Privileged Life
July 10, 2020 We had very little money. My mother taught in country schools until she finally earned a BS...
June 11, 1965
A day just like today--sunny, warm, and full of expectations. We were married in a small country church a few...