My Argentina

  Early in January of 1947, my parents wrote of the natural disaster that hit our area—an invasion of locusts. Mother wrote, Right now we ...

    That first year settling into our new home, we celebrated birthdays and holidays as best we could in our new surroundings, and we enco...

  “I am not an isolated, chronological numerical statistic. I am sixty-one, and I am also four, and twelve, and fifteen, and twenty-three, a...

    Following the trials of travel, relocating and setting up a new home, came a period of adjustment. Some of the experiences were amusing;...