A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
I didn’t like girls, not one little bit. But that’s getting ahead of myself. I’d built balsa wood airplanes and small wooden boats, but I’d never made a kite. That changed the day I read the big sign: Boys and Girls: Build a Kite. Prizes will be awarded for:...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
When young, I elevated my mother’s sister Alice to a status higher on the pedestal than a mere aunt. She was a superwoman who managed each day as proficiently as the sun manages darkness. When Alice was there, nothing could go wrong. When she said, “March,” I...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
I took my first roller coaster ride on the hills of Iowa County, Wisconsin. My cousin Jack Powell was generous enough that when I visited, he’d take me along when he delivered milk to the Dodgeville cheese factory. After the milk was dumped and the cans refilled with...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
My cousin Wayne Paull lived his youth on southeastern Colorado’s prairies. As people would say back in those days, his family was “poor as church mice.” His father, my Uncle Earl, was debilitated from a long bout of TB followed by a serious injury, both impeding him...
A Year of Memories, Life lessons, Monday Memories
I needed money if I was going to be able to continue in college the next fall. The grocery store’s modest check kept me going during winter, but I needed more than that to buy books and pay the year’s tuition. When an opportunity to work for the U.S. Department of...
A Year of Memories, Monday Memories
My father-in-law, Wesley Weinkauf, loved the outdoors. He golfed at his Butte des Morts Country Club course and fished the Fox Valley’s rivers and lakes in fall and summer, and then in winter, he’d take Mike out to hunt rabbits. You should know that Wes had many...
