Memories Are Where You Find Them

The smallest things can trigger memories, whether they are pleasant or best forgotten. Sometimes the two types crop up together. That was the case a few days before Christmas when I looked out to see [...]

Regarding memories being where you find them, did you ever wonder what scuppernongs, doodlebugs, chinquapins, hully gully, and mumblety-peg have in common? No? Well, I sort of assumed you didn’t. And I didn’t wonder about [...]

“When Lawmakers Howled Like Dogs,” or “The Day They Shut Down Louisiana,” or “Closed” would each also be as appropriate a title for this post as “Throw Me Some of Them Goobers.” All four of [...]

This is a tale of gratitude. I expect most of us know and appreciate how, even in this age of the Internet, libraries, archives, and museums are magic portals to learning and adventure. They hold [...]

“Why,” you may wonder, “would anyone ask what a bicycle is?” Well, it’s because this morning for no special reason I got to thinking that a bicycle may not be all that it used to [...]

It’s amazing how little it sometimes takes to trigger a series of way-back memories. As I was passing through the picturesque town of Canandiagua, NY, on a winter day recently, the snow-covered early-19th-century and Victorian-era [...]