When I was a child, I knew a man named Johnny Blidburgh. In the mid-1960s, he was the track patrolman on the Curry to Gold Creek section. He lived at Curry House, which was where the freight crews would stop for dinner or to overnight when they went dead. (“Going dead” means that the worker … Continue reading Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye…
I grew up in the Alaskan Bush, far from towns and neighborhoods. My formative years were spent mushing dogs, riding snowmachines, skating on the Big Pond, exploring the benches behind our house in March when the crust of the snow was just right...so when October rolled around, the only thing we were ever excited about … Continue reading Hallowe’en…What’s So Great About It?
Parenting’s a wild ride with extreme highs and lows.
A genealogical site devoted to the history of the DeKorn and Zuidweg families of Kalamazoo and the Mulder family of Caledonia
Kate's views on life edited by four opinionated cats
"My Son, My Family, My Life...With Autism"
lifeislikeahandgrenade
Sharing our parenting and special needs stories with heart and humor.
lifeislikeahandgrenade
LIFE IS LIKE A HAND GRENADE 