Caught In A Jamb
“YOU’RE SURE IN THERE,” the garage man said, standing near his tow truck. I knew that already. If I weren’t “in there,” I would not have called him.
Saved By The Bell
Those chicken scratches were indecipherable.
One Hectic Night In The E.R.
Mistakes aside, her transfer of duty came as a welcome relief.
Cross-Cultural Courtship Blitz
Once our paths crossed, being together was all that mattered.
Service Came With A Smile
Her positive attitude earned praise.
Big Stocking, More Stuff
Oversize Christmas Stockings Were a Labor of Love for Avid Knitters
That Present Was Right On Track
Hot Wheels car sets were the coolest.
Teach A Man To Cook
While others ate his food, Dad dreamed up new dishes.
Let's Get Serious
Meeting at a funeral launched a whirlwind relationship.
First Impressions Count
Your past is a good indication of what you’ll do in the future.
Do Look Behind That Curtain
Her shower stunt dripped with irony.
You Oughta Be In Pictures
With a knack for experimentation, she developed a career in film and portrait photography.
How We Rolled
Who can forget the funny shoes, the rumble of heavy balls on waxed lanes, and the satisfying thwock of your first strike?
All You Need Is Love
Home from the Navy in 1947, I started school at Greenville College in my hometown of Greenville, Illinois, about 50 miles east of St. Louis, Missouri.
From One Musician To Another
A bond forms when people speak the same language.
Against The Odds
True grit gave this soldier determination.
Careful rebuild brings back cool memories— but without air conditioning.
Not At All The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown
This Halloween stinks!
Through Multiple Layers Of Paint
This cherished heirloom survived five generations.
Tales Worth Sharing
Personal stories bring family history to life.
'Twas The Night Before
CHRISTMAS EVE STIRRED WITH EXCITEMENT
His Turn To Flex Some Muscle
He finally found one beauty of a beast.
Making Winter Magic
Revel in the best of the season—Christmas plays, birthday celebrations, holiday decorations and snow.
Any Given January
Readers share warm memories of feats on the college gridiron.
All I Want for Christmas Is...
REAL DOLLS This is my Uncle Ken and my mom, Barbara—yes, they were called Ken and Barbie—visiting Santa in 1946.