When our kids were little we lived in an old New England mill town.  The textile mill, known as “The Shop” was a huge brick structure in the middle of town, with tall windows and smoke curling from gigantic chimneys.  The mill building was situated on the river and waterContinue Reading

When I was a child I would often visit my grandparents while my parents worked. My grandmother kept a small pad of paper and pencil on top of her 1930’s floor model radio. Everyday she would write down the date and the high and low temperatures for the day. ItContinue Reading