Recently I have seen a lot of posts about paper dolls. I have not seen any that I had as a youngster. My favorite set was a set of twins. They came in a cardboard case so I could carry them around. They were probably about two or three years old as their clothes indicated. More than half the ...

This New England trip has definitely been adventuresome, eye opening, and fun. I’m writing from Lexington, Mass., home of the Minute Man, home of “the shot heard around the world,” home of my daughter and her family. My itinerary was packed: My grandson’s birthday dinner and his ...

Do you remember learning to ride a bicycle? When I was about eight years old, I got a bicycle for Christmas. Since we lived where we had snow, it sat in the garage until Spring. I was not a natural at riding a bike. It took days for me to learn the balancing technique. My mother and my ...

Memorial Day was always a special day for me, even as a child. It was a particularly important day of remembrance for my mother. Every year, she made sure we wore the commemorative red poppies to honor her youngest brother, the family hero. Kenneth Arthur MacMillan was the youngest of four ...

Last week I reminded my grandson to take God with him to his exam. I always said a prayer before an exam. Usually, I asked God to help me remember what I studied. I did not go into an exam without the work. I knew that he worked hard. He was proud of his average with all “A”s. This ...

Dream was the word I associated with exercise machines in the old days. Not the dream of ownership, but the dream of possibility. The machine promised the ultimate transformation. I was going to become the new me. Now, at my advanced age with dashed dreams, I am giving up. I decided that this ...