Articles by Ray Adler

My little sister skipped gaily into the house bursting with news of her exciting discovery. “Mama,” she exclaimed, “I’ve found a secret hiding place!” It was one of those golden,…

Mom wrote this story about her father-in-law, Carl George Adler. He was a big man: tall and broad. He said he never asked for shoes when he went to the…

My mother told me the following story. As a preacher’s kid and growing up next to an obnoxious drunk, Mom had little use for alcohol and claimed never to have…

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…