No Place Like Home

She can remember everything as if it was yesterday. And yet, nearly 70 years have passed. My mom grew up in Canaan, a small town in upstate New York, living with her parents and three siblings in a home my grandfather built. There were farm animals to feed, events at the grange hall, baseball on …

The Sound of the Train…

I was visiting with my father recently, sitting outside on his patio, when we both heard a train whistle in the distance. A slight smile came across his face. “Whenever I hear the train, I say, ‘Hi, Pop!’” he said, going on to tell me why. My grandfather worked for the railroad. As the story …