My father would have been ninety-nine years old today. In September, he'll have been gone for thirty-one years. It's easier to imagine him as the child in this picture than to imagine him at ninety-nine. Of two things, however, I'm certain: If here were here today, his blue eyes would still be twinkling, and ┬áhe … Continue reading Billie

Memorial Day 2013: All My Boys

My grandparents, Mary and Marshall Barrow, had four children. My grandfather had been certain that each prospective baby would be a boy, but he ended up instead with four daughters. One evening shortly before his death in the spring of 1940, he was lying in bed, listening to a radio broadcast of news of war … Continue reading Memorial Day 2013: All My Boys