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 The year was 1953. The location was my hometown of Ottumwa, Iowa, often referred to as "the Heartland ...
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In September 1938, I enrolled in Bethel Seminary in St. Paul, Minn. Soon thereafter, a fellow enrollee ...
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 This story dates back to the early 1920s. When I was a little girl, my grandmother used to tell me about ...
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Sometimes I wished Papa loved me a little less. I grew up in Brooklyn, N.Y., in the 1940s. Parents were ...
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Outside of being a romantic and an adventurous city, New Orleans was known as "The City That Care Forgot" ...
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 My senior year in high school was not a joyful time. The war was raging in Europe and in the Pacific. ...
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You can't open your mail these days without finding a letter from somebody who wants you to get one of ...
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The year was 1955. I was 18 and a sophomore at Poteau Junior College. At age 60, Dad, known to us as ...
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 In the past, I had done business with the man who said to me, out of the blue, "Was your dad Steve Blankenship?" ...
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 "You won't like it," my mother said. I was 13, fresh out of the eighth grade, and ready to start my first ...
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 Nestled beside the faded photographs and family mementos sits an unexpected remembrance
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Our granddaughter, Helen, is moving into her own apartment. She said recently, "Grandma, I need everything." ...
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 Toxic or not, it sure seemed to do the trick!
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Each Thanksgiving, Grandpa found inspiration in the well that never stopped giving.
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In 1944, when I learned that my only brother, Jim Kilby, had volunteered to join the Marines, I began ...
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