Finding Yesterday One Memory At A Time

Yesterday seemed so long ago, and then I remembered. It's in writing, my writings. Growing up in a small northern Michigan town, graduating high school in the mid-fifties, writing has always intrigued me. In my late twenties the opportunity to write a weekly column in the local newspaper was a wonderful gift from the editor. From then on it was a thought here, a memory there; jot it down for later. A sixty-two-year marriage, three sons, two grandchildren, five great-grandchildren, owning an...