While an editor at The New York Sun newspaper, Francis Church was handed a letter on September 20, 1897, and asked to write a response for the next day's edition. His editorial reply has become legendary ( Read more... )

About a week ago, my sister Sylvia's caseworker from Aging and Disability Services in Kenosha, WI went to her house to check on her because she was not responding to mail or phone calls.  She found Sylvia very ill, and called an ambulance to send her to the local hospital. Once she had assured herself that Sylvia was in good hands at Kenosha ( Read more... )

Note: I have received an apology for Stephan Carom for the Lack of contact for almost a year. Clearly he was unwell at the time he contracted to build this machine. Things are somewhat improved and he is very pleasant on the phone. Please be kind to him. Everybody is entitled to a bad day once in a while. He did his very best. The windows portion ( Read more... )

My Public Library

Honey Roasted Chicken.

I love the smell of bread baking

The incredible relief when someone understands just how I feel.

A clean house

Baked apples stuffed with brown sugar, cinnamon and pecans.

Let them know that you love them by the things you do. But remember to say "I love you"

People who know exactly who I am, and love me!

I love wind ( Read more... )

Edith's Robert had dinner at the SouthSider while we had tea. He wasn't interested in tea, though he has been there and liked it. Before we went for tea, we spent some time in a used bookstore, a special treat for me! But I got tired fast. Edith noticed just before I did. She is the world's best hostess, and got me back in the wheel chair just ( Read more... )

My relationship with Bill Freeto was bookended by train watching, I met him out watching trains in the Santa Fe yards, with Henry W. Becker, and the last time I saw him before his death, we went out west and watched trains and changing leaves as summer came upon us ( Read more... )

The Old Town School of Folk Music has established a memorial fund in honor of Bill Freeto. I don't know how many of you remember Bill, but he was a good guy and a long and faithful friend, especially when I was homeless. I've put him on my donations list, and I'm asking you to go and do likewise ( Read more... )

The days keep passing and Bill Freeto is still dead. I'm pretty crazed aboutthe whole thing. The first part of releasing his spirit has begun, for me. Now his Grove has scheduled a ceremony on the 12th of August at 2:00 P.M. at the far edge of the earth,(Bill would love that.) I want to go, but by the time I drive that far, I have no energy to get ( Read more... )

Dear World ( Read more... )

Last night was Sunday, and Bill Freeto's sister Betty called me to let me know that Mr. Bill, who had a cold the last time I talked to him, is in ICU at Resurrection Hospital, literally at death's door. He's been put on a ventilator, and a coma has been induced to keep him from moving or coughing. It's some kind of weird respiratory thing, they ( Read more... )