“Sarah… where are you? Sarah honey, where are you?” Not a ‘peep’ do I hear from my little nine month old grandbaby! Desperately walking room to room, I’m now pleading, “Sarah sweetheart, please answer Gramma!” Still not a sound!!!!

She was right here just a minute ago. As I hurriedly enter the farthest room, there, in the middle of the room on the floor, sitting very still and very quiet, smiling triumphantly at her gramma, is my precious little grandbaby Sarah! Whew!!!!

I came by plane to the Baltimore-Washington airport from Florida to spend Christmas with my daughter Pamela, her husband Tracy and my little grand daughters Evin and Sarah in their home in Columbia, Maryland. Continue reading

The rain was splashing off her umbrella as she ran this way and that, turning and spinning, doing a little bow every now and again. Barefoot, tripping through the little water puddles, singing as she twirls, this little four year old is in her glory carrying an UMBRELLA and wearing her underpants. WEARING…..ONLY HER UNDERPANTS! Continue reading

He was a lonely little four year old boy spending the winter of 1929 and 1930 in Pomona California with his forty eight year old mother and fifty three year old father. Then just as surely as the winter ends, spring comes rushing in. It is the first of April and time to make the journey back to Ohio.

That means crossing the Rocky Mountains on narrow rough roads, driving through the sandy desert roads, on through the central plains and home. An older brother Carl takes a bus out to help drive that seven days of travel on what can be a tedious journey in the year 1930, driving a 1927 Chevrolet. Continue reading