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At about the start of the 19th Century, the Creelmans emigrated from Canada to Southern Minnesota. The sister of my gran...

Most of us are aware of the ‘Energizer Bunny’ who hops across our TV screens, beating a drum to advertise Energizer ...

Years ago, I imagined that, unlike the earth traveling around the sun in an ellipse, I’d think of the year as a square...

My town did not have a public library until the 1960s. Before that, it was assumed that everyone in this upper-middle-cl...

Eons ago, when I was in college, I took a course on a dare. The course was “American Political Thought”. It was taug...

Recently a friend and I had the chance to visit our home town and stop by our elementary school. It still was the grand ...

Early Christmas morning, we six children would get up, rush to the living room and the pile of beautifully wrapped prese...

In September the air in New York City was fresh on this particular day in 2001. It was sunny and I wished I didn’t hav...

To a ten-year-old, Saturday is the prize at the end of the week, a day teeming with anticipation and beckoning adventure...

Since my grandfather was head of the New York State War Bond drive during WWII, I was expected to contribute to it. My w...

In the late 1930’s and 1940’s, when I was a child, medicine was practiced much differently than today. For one thing...

Some of my fondest childhood memories are the times my mother would play the piano. She had studied music from an early ...