Articles by Ray Adler

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…

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?…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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….

My mother wrote about her personal history. She told the following story. Sterling, a small village in Fountain County, Indiana, was my birthplace. Sterling lies next to Veedersburg, which being…