Articles by Ray Adler

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…

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…