Category: Life in the 50s

I received a gift last Friday. While I was taking photos of the home where my family moved in 1964 when I was eight and where my mother lived until her death, I was invited 

I hate bees. Wasps too. Ditto for hornets, and even moths. If it’s an insect, flies and is more dangerous than a firefly, I steer clear. But for whatever reason, bees flew into my dreams early Sunday morning in a very

Now, this might not sound like a big deal to you, but it is to me. In the past week, I managed to 1. buy a HP all-in-one-printer 2. set up the wireless