12 July 1996, Corsicana, Texas My uncle Thomas came for lunch today. I hadn’t seen him since my mother, his sister’s funeral. Thomas is her baby brother, the youngest of three children, my mother being the middle child. Her sister Francys, being the oldest, is…

March, 1963, Corsicana, TexasI remember my Great-Grandmother’s Tinkle’s house. When I was little, I thought it had to be George Washington’s former home because, in my mind, it looked like his house ought to look. It was large, two story and white with two huge…

This is a true story…. Barrel is a pig. Not an ordinary pig, mind you, but a Kune-Kune, a funny word that means “round and fat” in the language of the Maori people of New Zealand, a country very far from Barrel’s home in England.…

Written in response to my son asking what famous people had I ever met: After my dad and his brother sold Wolf Brand in 1957, he innocently became in some ways victim of many opportunists. The first one I remember began when we had the…

Roaches are ancient, likely older than dinosaurs. I read there are over 300 species of roaches out of about 4,600 types that associate with people, and each individual roach can live a year, during which they reproduce…and reproduce…and reproduce. Did you know they can fly?…

The world lost one of the great storytellers this week and many of us lost a friend. On one of Liz’s visits to me, I wrote down two of her stories. She said she didn’t want me to write them because she wanted to write…

My friend Debbye told me a story recently. In the early 1980s, she and her partner Birdie went to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico with 11 friends. They had rented a house that fit all of them except they were unable to rent it for the last…

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Another story, posted here, by my sister Joanne West Cornish: When I was 21, I finally became a teacher. I was assigned a school and anxiously awaited getting to my “future,” a future I had envisioned since I was a girl. The year was 1964,…

Breakfasts for kids in the 1950s meant cardboard cereal boxes on the table, full of cereals that were well advertised on our new 9″ screen television set. The Lone Ranger was sponsored by General Mills and Cheerios. Captain Kangaroo featured ads for Wheaties, the “breakfast…