Poor Grandma Rose! The week started so nicely for her with a burst of pretty sunshine, Olive’s birthday, and a somewhat poetic reflection on tall, swaying grass before taking an unexpected, if not chilly, turn of events at the end
1977 Diary of Rose Jones – Week 3
Back with week 3 of Grandma Rose’s journal! Her phrase on January 17th is one I’ve never, ever heard before and I chuckled because I could hear it in her voice. Her punctuation, capitalization, and run-on sentences are just atrocious
1977 Diary of Rose Jones – Week 2
Little late posting this week… the power supply is out on my PC and I’m waiting for the part so this post comes via my phone which is a bit different to navigate to post anything. I’m having difficulty formatting
Fourth of July Nostalgia
I find myself a wee bit nostalgic today. My hometown of Ashville, Ohio has held a large Fourth of July celebration since 1929 and I’ve been watching many classmates, family, and friends post pictures of the parades and the famous
Bittersweet Photographs
This past week, my mom sent me the very first pictures I’ve ever seen of my great-grandfather, Glenn Archer Stewart, Sr. I’ve written briefly about Glenn… he was one of the two young boys who were orphaned when their father,