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”

The Ghost on Lincoln Avenue

Laughter behind closed doors sent shivers, and when explored, opened doors would not always close, no matter how hard we pushed on them.

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While living on the small island nestled in the San Francisco Bay, I often overheard bizarre tales of supernatural events that took place in some of the Victorian homes around Alameda.  As a skeptical teenager, I would listen politely but believed such events only transpired in the overactive imagination of the “storyteller,” that is until strange things began happening in my own home. Continue reading “The Ghost on Lincoln Avenue”

Uncle Walter

As a child one afternoon, I remembered sitting quietly in my grandmother’s living room and listening to her talk to about her family. For many years after her mother died when she was so young, she didn’t have very much information about her family. Since some of the talks were for adults only, my grandmother sent me to another room where, I admit, I eavesdropped their conversation. One name that came up time after time was Uncle Walter. This kind man, who never married, always cared for his many family members and shared his home to all who needed a place to live. Continue reading “Uncle Walter”