As soon as I read this issue's trivia question, a tender smile spread across my face. That song was a fond favorite of my parents. It was released the year they graduated from high school, soon after their first date at prom. Somehow, we kids had managed to discover that fact, so when we threw them a surprise 40th wedding anniversary party, we made sure to have a recording of the song to play so they could dance to it on the makeshift dance floor at the restaurant.
Our December Issue
Making Spirits Bright
Four-Legged Friends
Our Cats and Dogs ... and More!
Those Colossal Catalogs
Page After Page of Wishes and Dreams
Dear Friends of the Good Old Days,
My mom could smell it as she got closer to the porch. She was walking home from her bank-teller job uptown, eager to have a quick lunch and get back to work on time. But I met her on the steps, a sheepish look on my 12-year-old face and a pitiful look in my hazel eyes. As the aroma of charred meat wafted around us, I confessed to Mom that I had burned the liver and onions we were to have for...
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Every Thanksgiving from the time I was 6 years old until I graduated from high school, my Opa (German for “grandfather”) Henry shared with me his “true as my overalls are blue” remarkable life-changing story. The events of Thanksgiving Day, Nov. 26, 1932, forever changed the Swartz family Thanksgiving Day celebrations and their daily lives. I remember how the tears flowed down Opa’s cheeks as he...
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