My plans to research the Manhattan Project at Oak Ridge and to possibly learn more about what my grandfather did there were upended by the pandemic . . .
My mother’s love of gardening passed on to her children, including me. In my mind's eye, I could see the trash heap at the back door of our new home transformed into an herb garden. To be fair, the rock that stuck up at the back door might lead many to think it was unusable. … Continue reading The oregano and the white rose
On a day trip to Santa Fe, we discovered a Manhattan Project site.
The summer I was 10, my father received some mysterious phone calls. Calls that have stuck with me.
I always knew that I would research my families involvement in the Manhattan Project and the 10th Mountain Division. Little did I know that it would become a large project.
We traveled around the beautiful Isle of Skye, including the Clan Donald Centre and then on to Edinburg for some culture. Back at Glasgow Airport it seemed like we had just left, but it had been nine days.
Weddings Are Murder, and Deadlines Are Murder, have a lot of characters. Hopefully this list will help to keep them straight.
Each Sunday the Boston Globe Ideas section has a 50 word story about Boston. After reading one recently, I remembered my own story that took place in Boston back in the 1970's. The Boston Globe liked it, published it and here it is: link: http://www.bostonglobe.com/ideas/2016/11/12/words/F8VEZWNAveRXE0cv32G5JI/story.html There is, of course, more to the story. I really was … Continue reading My Boston Story in 50 words
Life is fleeting, moving swiftly along through good times and bad; leaving behind memories. . .
We were told to stay put while our parents went out to dinner. But staying put was not going over well with us . . . They left us with directions to stay home while they went out to dinner. They also left us with cars. The directions to stay home, coupled with the access … Continue reading Star Wars: The first time