From early childhood I have always looked forward to the arrival of spring—the budding of flowering forsythia, soon followed by the tender crocus plants, breaking through the warm soil after a long winter’s nap; the [Read More…]
I first saw him one winter afternoon in my garage. He was sitting on the brick ledge adjacent to the back door, gingerly nibbling on a sunflower seed, one of several I had spilled while [Read More…]
My maternal grandmother lived in the west end of old Hampton during the 1940s and 50s. This was a beautiful, older neighborhood with tree-lined streets and sidewalks bordering spacious yards of old Victorian homes tucked [Read More…]
We watched excitedly as the creaky, old streetcar ambled down the track, sparks flying from the overhead boom as it contacted the power line above. The streetcar was returning from Newport News on its way [Read More…]
As a young Boy Scout I loved my subscription to Boy’s Life magazine. Here, I would read the adventures of scouts from across the nation as they climbed mountain trails, canoed down wilderness streams and [Read More…]
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