She took her second name from the ancient city in which she was born, and she was as beautiful as a soft Italian evening,—with dark hair, clear gray eyes, perfect features, and a complexion of such pure and wonderful red and white as I ...
The second image is of the little piece of forest behind our house — ' The Woods ' as my grandfather called it . Although Grampa Jesse could barely read a newspaper , he knew how to read the woods better than anyone I ever knew .
What has changed for the better? What values would a grandparent wish to hand down? In these pages, grandmother and chronicler of times past Valerie Cox talks to fellow grandparents, creating an unforgettable trip down memory lane.
A grandfather exaggerates his stories to his young grandson about how much he ate when he himself was a child, how far he walked, and other aspects of his life then.
Ten writers reflect on special childhood moments and provide individual explanations of how they became writers.
I traced her travels on ship manifests from Belfast to Fiji which she did on her own when she was a young woman. It would take her ages to get from Fiji to Belfast but she was so lonely she was willing to make that sacrifice so that she ...