First trip to the beach: visions of sand and water and warm sun, although I had never seen sand and water. Or at least not that kind of water. Daddy believed in getting an early start. He got up very early anyway, so leaving at four in the morning seemed like a good idea. We … Continue reading Age Eight: Snow, or Sand?
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Age Three: Some Life Lessons
When I was three years old, my paternal grandmother died just days before Christmas, almost a year to the day after her husband had died. What awful Christmases those must have been for my dad, but I never knew it. As I said earlier, I have no memory of my dad's father. I don't remember his … Continue reading Age Three: Some Life Lessons
Gerry Wilson 