Articles by Ray Adler

Mother told me this story. On a cold December day in 1899 the young man shoved the old door open. Then lifting his bride as though she were light as…

When my son was a young man, if something unusual would happen, my wife or I might use the term coincidence. Unable to say the word, he pronounced it “quinkydinks.”…

Do you remember family stories or do you remember everyone else telling you the family stories? I think I remember. The assembly line was working well. Mother had washed the…

The girl (my mother) was going to be 14. For weeks she had planned her birthday party. When one is in the eighth grade, parties are very special. This was…

Here is another story from my mother, Dorothy Howard Adler. She was such a little girl – a baby, really. At 10 months she began walking, and at one and…

Mom told me this 1994 story about her dad. “Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.” (Proverbs 16:18). My dad was a very good speller and…

A group of young men were sent to the Indiana territory to begin the process of surveying in 1804. The 1783 Treaty of Paris found the British surrendering their claim…

Here’s another true story written by my mother, Dorothy Howard Adler. Today I packed it away. Simple, elegant, beautiful. Perhaps my favorite. I thought of some of my other wedding…

Here’s another story from my mother, Dorothy Howard Adler, written in 1984. The land was good with great possibilities. The buildings all needed repairs or replacement. The house had no…