Extra! Extra! The Latest on Joseph LaDuke

While scrolling through old newspapers for family history, I always felt as though I transported back through time. Reading about the lives of my family and their neighbors and friends have given me a sneak peek into their daily lives. It was enjoyable, a simple pleasure, and I felt a connection to my ancestors that in many ways helped me better understand their lives. Continue reading “Extra! Extra! The Latest on Joseph LaDuke”

Number, Please

The distant ringing of the phone brought her out of her slumber. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and slowly sat up in her bed. Yawning, she looked at the bedside clock. It was almost time to get up anyway. She reached over, picked up the alarm clock and switched it to off. It was probably someone calling for the donut shop again. The two phone numbers were so annoyingly similar, and she received calls from the shop more times than she could count. She made her way to the kitchen to start her coffee. Just as the coffee began to perk, the phone rang again. She grabbed her notepad and pen. She said hello, and the guy on the other end asked, “Is this the donut shop?” Continue reading “Number, Please”

The Ranch

Hotchkiss, Colorado tugs at my heart as one of my favorite places.  To put it simply, Hotchkss feels like home even though I only lived there for a short time when I was younger.  Whenever I find my way back to this little town, I feel like I am right where I belong, and I often feel this is where my story begins.  This place holds precious memories and stories of family.  This mountain view is near the cabin where my grandparents, my mom, and my aunts once lived. Continue reading “The Ranch”

My Island Home

At the age of four, my family moved to Alameda, California. This little island tucked away in the San Francisco Bay showcased many Victorian homes. These beauties included everything from quaint cottages to astounding mansions and varying sizes in between. While living on the island, children that lived in these houses, often told wild tales about secret rooms or spoke of hidden treasure.  My brothers and I would often search for hidden rooms and fortune too.  When I was five or six, I did find a prize, an antique teapot from Holland. Continue reading “My Island Home”

Weathered

I always sort of swooned at the sight of the classic barn structures in central and northern Minnesota, where everything seemed rustic and weathered and made to age gracefully.

–Richard Dean Anderson

When walking through old towns, the weathered buildings and board sidewalks offer a glimpse into a time when life seemed slower and easier.  Often I wonder if I were born about a century to late…

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Reeder Family Home

Today, while sorting family photos, I came across this picture. All I know about it is that my grandfather, Wilson Reeder, gave it my father, Harold Reeder. On the back of the photo, all that was written was my dad’s name. I know the picture was taken in Michigan, and I do know my family lived in Plymouth, but I am not sure where the photo was taken. Continue reading “Reeder Family Home”

The Royal Gorge Bridge

Near Canon City, Colorado, the Royal Gorge Bridge sits on a 360 acre parcel of land that attracts tourists from around the world.  This bridge crosses a gorge that is over 950 feet above the Arkansas River.  Until 2001, this bridge was the highest bridge in the world.  Continue reading “The Royal Gorge Bridge”