Love of Horses
By Missouri Grier, October 13, 2011 – Every day the Bond Bread Wagon would come to my block to deliver bread to the neighbors. I would get on the wagon and take a ride with horse. The horse would always stop at … Continued
By Missouri Grier, October 13, 2011 – Every day the Bond Bread Wagon would come to my block to deliver bread to the neighbors. I would get on the wagon and take a ride with horse. The horse would always stop at … Continued
By Frank Maulucci, June 6, 2017 – I saw the footprint in front of me as if it had been stamped in the snow. I knew without trying, that when I stepped into it, my foot would fit perfectly. I … Continued
By Ann Cullinan, November 10, 2015 – My brother and I were raised outside of Coatesville, PA. We could not see another house from ours. We played out in the fields, in the creek, on other people’s properties. Our beagle, … Continued
Angela Wright, March 1, 2016 It was July 4th, 1964. I was invited to a friend’s house for a backyard cook-out. When I woke up that morning, it was pouring down rain. I was not very particular about going to the … Continued
By Norman Cain, April 5, 2015 — I was a member of the United States 549th military policeman company, which was housed at Fort Davison, the Atlantic side of the Republic of Panama from 1965 -67. During that period, my … Continued
Victoria Huggins Peurifoy, April 19, 2016 When you are in the twelfth grade, you don’t realize that you are about to be introduced to the real world. There are the graduation fees, senior prom, senior dinner dance, senior luncheon, pay … Continued
LeTretta Jones, May 10, 2016 When I was a young child in the 1950s, many American cities were characterized by traveling salespeople and merchants who sold their wares along the streets. These vendors sold a variety of items from insurance, … Continued
Alison Tash, April 2, 2015 Though my wedding involved new in-laws, best man, and lots of friends of my new family, I had a good friend as bridesmaid, one I’d known since we met six years earlier when she was … Continued
Kathryn Trotta, April 2, 2015 When I was 7 years old, we moved to a small seven-acre farm that my great uncle had owned. My father was too old for the draft so he continued to work the third shift at … Continued