Articles by Ray Adler

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…

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…