Squeaky-Clean Kids
e tend to take our washing machines for granted, but when I remember the monumental task it was for my mother to keep her brood in clean clothes, I smile and close my eyes and I’m back to my childhood, watching my mom cheerfully
Isabelle’s Pillowcases
My wedding at the Methodist church on Fulton Street in Wauseon, Ohio, in 1958, was a big event. We were a well-known family in town because my father was a car dealer. Dad valued education, working long hours to send his three daughters to college. A
