Articles by Ray Adler

She said it a million times: the weather has changed. When the snow piled as high as the eaves on the east side of our house for weeks on end,…

Mother reminded me that several years ago I talked Grandma into writing the story of her life. (I recalled the year that sister Verna received her PhD, Grandma had asked…

Pearls. When my mother was a baby, her dad took a long string of natural pearls as payment for a debt a local jeweler could not pay. My mom told…

Here’s another story my mom told me. The mother was one of the most kind and gentle people I have ever met. The daughter was beautiful, a 4-H winner. When…

They sat side-by-side at the bar: one who had stayed behind to keep the home fires burning and one who served Uncle Sam in far-away places. As a small gesture…

I can’t remember when Mom told me this story. She was small, blond, vivacious, full of questions. She followed my every step like a faithful dog. And I liked it…

Mother told this story of the day the aroma of freshly baked bread filled our kitchen. Its heady smell greets anyone who opens our door. Does anything smell better? Once…

Here’s more of my mother’s wit and wisdom. One of my friends never had a doll. Those who are too young to remember the depression cannot understand that. Children now…

If pictures don’t lie, my mother’s aunt was a very beautiful young woman. Also very neat. Very clean. Hard-working. She had one daughter. She had all of her mother’s good…