I've been sorting through boxes of memorabilia because we're moving this weekend, and I found this gem among some of my mom's things. It was handwritten, but I've transcribed it here for posterity because when the muse struck her, she wrote some really brilliant verse. A few context notes follow. Ode to the Doppich* A … Continue reading Ode to the Doppich
In the genes
I'm crocheting a blanket.
The tug of history
This past Thursday, I drove 2 1/2 hours north into Central PA, to an old, small, red brick church in the country. The occasion was the funeral service and burial of my Great Aunt May, and the venue was the church where I was raised, located within view of the farm where I grew up. … Continue reading The tug of history