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First Visit to the Old City

First Visit to the Old City

Tour buses, lines of tourists, one trinket shop after another. I was tired of it all! At the age of 23, I had signed up for this whirlwind tour because of the great opportunity to visit the Holy Land accompanied by Ron, our minister and friend, who had been here many...
The First Moment of the Sixties

The First Moment of the Sixties

I was sure when The Fifties would come to an end. They would end on December 31, 1959, at the stroke of midnight. I was a young boy of eleven at that moment, and my twin brother Jim and I were helping my Mom baby-sit for my sister Betty, who lived across tiny Agate...
The Polka Dotted Scarf

The Polka Dotted Scarf

I remember opening up his big wooden wardrobe and burying my nose into his handkerchiefs. His clothes always had a pleasant, sweet, and mystical smell – not just his clothes, his closets, his bed; his entire room was infused with that intoxicating smell. Read...