Memories Of My Uncle Bob

It’s hard to know where to start when asked about my memories of you. But they go back a long ways, that I know. I remember in my early years, spending a lot of time at Nana’s house, and that meant spending much of it with you, as she cooked, was baking or did the washing.I remember

Happy Father’s Day!

I had decided not to post a blog on Sundays, just to give myself and my followers a break. But I felt I would be remiss in my duties if I didn’t take a quick moment to say “Happy Father’s Day” to all the dads out there. I don’t care if you are a biological