A Year of Memories, Reflections
I’ve always been more impressed by what people do than by what they say. I believe that people’s actions reveal their true character. I only knew two Latter-Day Saints (LDS, often called Mormons) before living in Utah for two years while completing my doctorate...
A Year of Memories, Life lessons
When the troops returned home from the war in 1946, a new language flooded our valley. They called it Pig Latin. The older boys at Middlebury Country School learned it, and to my dismay, used it when we younger students were around. I was an eight-year-old...
A Year of Memories, Reflections
The moon and stars lighted the sand as our four-wheeler crossed and re-crossed the beach. We’d been searching for loggerhead turtle tracks for a couple hours but had yet to be rewarded. Lynn and I’d stopped at the information center earlier that day after crossing...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
I taught eleven- to fifteen-year-old students with behavioral disabilities. We had challenging times, but we also had many good times, too. On their best days, they were as big-hearted and helpful as any students in school. Whenever I walked through town, and any of...
