Of all the events that happened during the three years we were in Germany, our 10-day trip to Italy in March of 1967 was undoubtedly the best. In fact, we fell in love with it so much that we were going to request Italy as one of our future overseas tours.
Okay. So everybody knows the end of the last story. The Cuban Missile Crisis ended with the U.S. winning the standoff with Russia and the boys all came home in December. They had been at Ft.
I have always regarded a move as the beginning of a new adventure. My family traveled a bit when I was very young and we lived in the midwest for a while. Living in a new place was always exciting.
To recap from last week, I told you about my prior experiences in column writing over the years, and how I had written about my daughter, my cats and dogs, myself and living the single life, but I had never written about my hubby. It was difficult to write about him because I lost him in 1972.
Yes, it’s me again. I have always liked writing personal columns, especially when I could be Erma Bombeck-y about it. I love making people laugh.
First, let me say, although I am religion editor, this is not really about religion. I may mention a religious situation that ticks me off but the gist of this thing is things that make me mad.
The opinion reprinted below first appeared in The Citizen Christmas week, 1999.
In the year of our Lord 19 hundred and 99...
Last week, the candidates for Fayetteville’s elected positions gathered at Sams Auditorium in Fayetteville, for their first, and maybe only, political forum.
Once upon a time, election season brought outpourings of letters from candidates, supporters and opponents.
Fortunately, I don’t find myself in a hospital very often. Unfortunately, the last two times I did, total strangers had to call my children, who now live out west, and let them know.
