When I was a child, my father greeted the morning far earlier than the rest of the family. Being a farmer at heart, he’d get up before the sun peeked through the distant tree line, make himself a toasted velveeta and mustard sandwich, and quietly slip out the back door undetected. I was used to…… Continue reading Small gestures
“History means so much more when a living soul gives it life!” On occasion, my 84-year-old father-in-law reminisces about his childhood in the late 1930’s and 40’s. He lived through a time many of us cannot fathom; The Great Depression and World War II, when having a little was a lot. For his parents, both Polish immigrants, hard work was the catalyst for provision,…… Continue reading The sweetest gift!