Pat and Kathie

Sometimes in the course of researching family history a story arises that should be put down in our family collection of stories, and this i...

After knocking El Cajon Mountain off our bucket list, my buddy Kathleen and I decided to tackle winter solstice on Viejas Mountain. It mean...

The second Saturday in December every year volunteers turn out to lay wreaths on headstones of our veterans in national cemeteries. Over 1,...

Three hundred years after the original Nute colonist arrived in New Hampshire, our grandfather made a bold move to leave New England for Med...

While I was back visiting my old Kentucky home a couple weeks ago, one of my goals was to search out some ancestor graves. I had researched...

I like to stay in a bed and breakfast or small inn when I travel. I get to hang with the local folk, breakfast is often tasty, it usually c...

While going through my Dublin photos this morning to make our much procrastinated movie - not as procrastinated as Patty's posts - of ou...

When I used to pop over to my Uncle Elwood's house in Vanceburg, Kentucky to play around with his accordion, I could tell even then he w...

Before summer is completely gone - Before our blog dies from lack of material - And, before Patty gets around to writing on our Ireland/Icel...

We - my DAR buddies, that is - spent our usual Wednesday afternoon/evening cooking for the West Battalion Wounded Warriors. Let me say, if ...

Grace was our maternal grandmother, a "handsome little woman", said the Portsmouth Times in 1902 when she and Jacob with the blue,...