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...
And Then There Were None  Part 3

And Then There Were None Part 3

She was born, Barbara Ann Broadway, but to me, she was always, Bobbye. She was the youngest of the Broadway girls (only 15 years older than me), and lived to be the oldest. Bobbye married at a young age and, she and my uncle Bill, had two wonderful children. My...
And Then There Were None  Part 2

And Then There Were None Part 2

Betty was the first born, followed by my mother, Joyce, three years later. June, the third of the four Broadway girls, came into this world after another two years. But, Bobbye did not arrive until seven years later, when my grandmother was 42 years old. My mother had...