Articles by Ray Adler

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…

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…