Articles by Ray Adler

A bay of flour

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…

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Stories of dolls

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…


Another dress

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…


Growing old … and older

My mother had this story. Daughter is twisting my arm. “Write your memoirs,” she says. That sounds too final, too complete. Besides, what interesting memoirs do I have to write?…


Raising chickens

My great-grandmother Howard passed down instructions on raising chickens. Here are her instructions: All livestock requires seven-day-per-week, 365- or 366-day-a-year care. Owner is tied to home base or has substitute…


A dog story

Here’s Mom’s story about our dogs. Many years ago before there were any children to keep me company, Dad bought me a pup. I forgot where we went – seems…


Linda the scapegoat

My older sister had a playmate named Ponteen when she was very small. Ponteen lived in the corner of the kitchen along with a broom and mop. I always had…


Can’t make it up

We often say in the office you can’t make these stories up. One time a friend, who was to provide cooking services at the Strawtown Auction Mart, was unable to…


Living with a saint

My own mother wrote about growing older: Soon I will have my 85th birthday. It has been nearly two years since this thought occurred to me: I spent several years…


Polka dots & happiness

My grandmother wore navy blue for dress, but for everyday her favorite color was red. One year she had a red dress with white polka dots. Granddaughter was a preschooler….