Time with the Rickel family (my mother Gretchen’s ancestry). This is an excerpt from a writing I stumbled across. It sounds very much like what I’ve heard about my Grandfather Armin’s father. His father, H.W. Rickel was the first known German of this family branch to come and settle in America in the late 1800’s.…
A book written by Harriet Welty Rochefort. My overall opinion – rate 4 out of 5 (I liked it, a lot). This author, an American, went to Paris and never left. Why you might ask; she met a man and they married. This book discusses what she’s learned over thirty years. Her perspectives on food,…
This letter was one of many bits of information that spurred me on to write my novel which, I admit, is fiction mixed with truth. It seems that only people who have known me quite a while can discern the difference, but many still have questions. If you haven’t already, I hope you will consider…
By Elsa Wolf Driving into Cheyenne, Wyoming after a leaving northern Colorado was a bit unexpected. The place professes to hold 60,000 people, but I don’t know where they are all hiding. On this Saturday afternoon, very few people are milling around. The Airbnb place we are staying in is a private home with newly…
Since her father’s death, Maggie was busier than she’d ever been in her life. Driving the children to soccer practice, scouting events, gymnastics and horseback riding lessons were part of her job. Her husband, Jim, brought in the money to keep the family going and got involved with as much as he could in his…
Mirabelle sat on his bare back and up the hill they went. The pony went faster and faster to avoid his pain as she began to experience her own. Mirabelle knew he had a sore on his belly but rode him anyway. Neither of them understood why they ached. Running seemed like a cure. How…
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