Webster’s defines history as “an account of what happened in the life or development of a people, country, or institution, the branch of knowledge that deals systematically with the past.” I believe that is self-explanatory. As such nothing we can do will change what happened. People ...

Well, the dog days of summer have arrived and it is still spring – until Friday. Oy! Since when did the twin tiers of Pennsylvania and New York state become southern Mississippi? I’m usually griping about the intense heat and humidity in mid-August, not mid-June. I’ve just finished ...

My granddaughter was home for a visit a couple weeks ago. When I went over to visit with her, she dropped a bombshell. She is planning to marry next summer. That part I knew. I also knew that she was planning a wedding out of town. What I did not know is that she wants to wear my wedding dress! ...

Last week’s chat about forgetting the keys and the glasses? Fuggedaboudit. This week’s unforgettable subject is even more serious. It’s about names. I used to be good at remembering names — until about the last 40 years or so. A few weeks ago, I was having a lunch meeting with two ...

Picnics took on various purposes through the years. Sometimes we had picnics when the men were working. That meant that either my sister-in-law and her family traveled or we did. In those days we ran two farms together. When the men worked at the lower farm, the picnic was there. When they ...

Of all the things I’ve lost I miss my mind the most. I wish that old cliche were not so appropriate. I don’t know who said that first, but he or she was a perceptive genius, and definitely over sixty – the age when chronic forgetfulness moves in permanently. What are you saying to ...