My Father

My father was a quiet man, as men born then often were, the world so different then. Orphaned at 10, scarcely educated, lived through WWI and the Great US Depression, and fought at Pearl Harbor. These things all left scars. When the boys came home from war he tried to live a normal life. MarriedContinue reading “My Father”

A Moment

Sandhill Cranes from a few summers ago… I meander thawing meadow path. My grandson trails behind. Above a sandhill crane soars across muted sky. Mud caked hove prints cover our way. I gaze at my grandson. His eyes filled with wonder, as he freely asks questions. Questions about the nature of life. Trotting on throughContinue reading “A Moment”