In 1999, my mother and I flew from Oregon to Long Island, a journey that would become a cherished memory for me. My younger brother had been researching our genealogy and found that a lighthouse had been named after our 8th great-grandfather, Barnabas Horton. Mom had told us stories about this grandfather, tales that were passed down for generations. Family …
MOM AND APPLE PIE
My little apple trees popped with blossoms last week, bringing with them a flutter of memories! My mom grew up during the depression and married my dad during WWII, and though as a Navy pilot he provided well, I remember meals for our family of six as well-balanced yet thrifty. Occasionally, dinner was beanie-weenie, sloppy joe’s, or a pancake supper. …