Six Degrees of Separation

Six Degrees of Separation

Six degrees of separation is the idea that all living things and everything else in the world are six or fewer steps away from each other so that a chain of statements can be made to connect any two people in a maximum of six steps. —Wikipedia As I began to write my...
Party Lines and Hotlines

Party Lines and Hotlines

My grandmother’s home had a black rotary dial telephone, sitting on a small table, beside a straight-back chair, in a dark corner under the stairs. As a child, I can remember my mother talking on that phone, for what seemed like an eternity, when we would visit my...
Fashion and Family

Fashion and Family

Christmas morning at the York home was always an embarrassment of riches. My parents loved surprising each other with their gifts and of course, doted on me. As a teenager, I followed suit and always bought the unexpected, special present. With money saved from...
And Then There Were None Part 5

And Then There Were None Part 5

Alice, the baby of the York family, was 17 years younger than my dad. He called her Poochie and she called him, Bubba. She loved to tell the story of when I was 7 years old, and was the ring bearer in their wedding, in Richmond, Virginia. All dressed up with freshly...
And Then There Were None  Part 4

And Then There Were None Part 4

My father lost his mother when he was 11 years old. His father remarried and they had two daughters, my aunts, Peggy and Alice. Through the years, I always felt closer to Peggy. She was feisty, opinionated, and as I found out in later years, a habitual liar. She just...