A Gentleman Scholar

A Gentleman Scholar

With only a high school education, he put his children through school to doctorate degrees. Now, in the latter years of his life, he decided to take his turn. I first met Jake when in 1970 I entered Utah State’s doctorate program. Jake was in his sixties, partway...
A Boy’s Sherwood Forest

A Boy’s Sherwood Forest

You’ll see in the picture above, Cousin Wayne at the wheel, and my friend Bob Nash and me manning the rear seat in Wayne’s Mule, getting ready to visit, for one last time, my favorite place on this earth—the Sherwood Forest of my youth. I spent dozens of happy hours...
Laura’s Poetry

Laura’s Poetry

My mother, Laura Annette Fitzsimons-Thorpe, wrote poetry throughout her life. She wrote for every occasion, but she seemed to write her best when life was its hardest. We lived on Wisconsin Street in Mineral Point, Wisconsin, when I was in seventh through tenth...
Let’s Have a Race

Let’s Have a Race

Uncle Sam, in his late seventies, challenged my three children to a race. He’d always loved and been attentive to children. He taught me to play checkers when I was a youth, and he didn’t give any quarter. He’d explain what I should have done when I made a weak move,...
Shoot the Damn Ball

Shoot the Damn Ball

I was known as a shooter during my senior year of basketball. When I had a slight opening, I drove to the basket. When I didn’t have an opening, I worked hard to create one. But it wasn’t always that way. I’ll never forget that night on the court when shooting the...
Her Story Brought Riches

Her Story Brought Riches

Most would-be authors dream of acquiring riches, but who’d believe that a ninety-three-year-old woman’s memoir would bring income to dozens of people? My mother, Laura Annette Fitzsimons-Thorpe, had written poetry throughout her life, but when I suggested she should...