Brighty of the Grand Canyon by Marguerite Henry A shaggy young burro lay asleep in the gray dust of the canyon trail. Except for the slow...

After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, “Where is the ...

Texas by James Michener At three-thirty in the cold morning of Sunday, 6 March, Galba Fuqua reached over and nudged his friend Zave Campb...

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë . . . I started awake on hearing a vague murmur, peculiar and lugubrious, which sounded, I thought, just ab...

A Christmas Memory by Truman Capote I was first introduced to this story in the fall of 1966. It was in the form of a one-hour tv movie s...

The Wolves of Willoughby Chase It was dusk – winter dusk. Snow lay white and shining over the pleated hills, and icicles hung from the fo...

Third grade was a good year. My teacher was Mrs. Butte, a forty-ish woman with dyed red hair. She was mild-mannered, never raised her voi...

The Bear That Wasn’t by Frank Tashlin Once upon a time, in fact it was on a Tuesday, the Bear stood at the edge of a great forest and ga...

In the summer of 1918, the Great War in Europe was finally grinding to a dismal end. But unknown to people around the world, a new and di...

After graduation from Penn State, Edwin and Elizabeth were married in July, 1913, at a church in Philadelphia. Neither of their families ...

Edwin was a singer and at Penn State, he was a member of the Glee Club most years, besides performing with a quartet. He was the second t...

Edwin was Grandmother’s husband, Uncle David’s and my mother’s father. I only knew him in those ways, never as Granddad. In 1918, he was ...

When relatives and friends lived far away and long distance phone calls were too expensive for everyday chats, people wrote long, newsy l...

Anna was Grandmother’s aunt. She was one of at least seven children born in Donegal, Ireland to Charles and Margery Williams. The eighth ...

Denver, Colorado Aug 26, 1900 My dear Elizabeth, This is a picture of an Indian. I thought I should tell you as you have never seen one. ...

My Grandmother Stoddard was a Saver, not to be equated with Hoarder, someone who keeps everything, important items as well as junk. Saver...

His full name was Robert Willis Jones, but of course, he went by Bob. He was bald on top, wore glasses, and had strong, muscular arms, du...

We like to remember people with admirable qualities, who treated others with thoughtfulness. But we also remember those who demonstrated ...

A powerful stare with eyes blazing, one brow raised high — that was Mrs. Curry’s stock-in-trade. She’d used that weapon enough times, the...

Tommy was one of the good guys. When we lived in Maryland, his house was across the street from mine. We were buddies from ages four to f...