Seventy Years Ago

Ma and me at the house I grew up in. (circa 1951)

On January 8th, seventy years ago, at precisely 10:30 in the morning, a scream of joy erupted from my tiny mouth as I gasped my first breath of life. I don’t know if I was a planned addition to the St. Andrews clan or not, but I always felt loved by my mom. My dad… Continue reading Seventy Years Ago