Articles by Ray Adler

Here was my mom’s view of pets. People who had unwanted pets often brought them to our area to dump. That was a foolish thing to do as our neighbor…

Mom tells the story about her mother-in-law Theresa Sarah Adler. The young woman was strong and vigorous. In one hand she carried a milk pail as she walked down the…

Mom had this story to tell at Thanksgiving. A beautiful pair of white cats came with the country place. The senior picture, or at least pictures, of their offspring. Remember…

Mother told me this story about her father, Charles Everett Howard. The man was old, shrunken in body, expansive in mind. Finances were skimpy, always had been, partly because he…

Here’s another one of Mom’s many stories. I first met the old man when he was 70, but tales of his exploits had preceded our meeting. Early he had been…

As my mother grew up, she became acquainted with kitchens, dining rooms, living rooms, bathrooms, bedrooms, plus a few others. Not until she was a bride and moved across the…

My younger sister Theresa only remembers top-loading washers and matching front-loading automatic dryers. Then, any day was wash day. My older sister Verna remembers conventional washers with an attached wringer….

My parents went through the Great Depression and were very conservative. They told this story about their friend. Mary Catherine invited us to an afternoon party. She knew we had…

My mother told me the following stories about her childhood. My friend is 84 years old. She lives many miles away, so we sometimes communicate by letter. On rare occasions…