We had to put down our 17 year old cat two days ago. I haven’t been able to see straight ever since. I feel shaky. Kind of lost. “It was just a cat” are the words I think I see when people find out what our week was like. Pain is pain. Period. Of course,…
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. ~John Muir all photos klhoskins 2016 ~copyright
Look at that face, the serious one. I was doing it then and I’m doing it now, analyzing something. On that day dad caught me in thought; now, I’m thinking about my original, immediate family. We were four, but we’ve been three for some time. Dad always had the camera, but he didn’t simply take…
INTO IRONWOOD I think he wanted me to know. Why else would I find this exact tidbit of information among the piles of documentation, 127 years later? Sometimes, you gotta shake your head. While researching my great grandma Orah, the subject of my series The Malevolent Matriarch, I discovered letters written in the 1880s by…
INTO IRONWOOD One of the utter frustrations of genealogy is slamming into that brick wall, again, and deciphering the scanty, often hard-to-read records. But we all know the delightful, gut-giggling joy when a puzzle piece fits. Or several. This letter, #3 in my INTO IRONWOOD series, has done it all. This is a new, short…
I grew up three blocks from here, near the fast-paced, cool waters of the Clackamas river. That isn’t quite true; they aren’t cool, they are dangerously, deceptively cold. Someone drowned near here a few days ago, again. This one was 21. We took a walk yesterday–my mother, my daughter, and I–above the river, about mid-day.…
finding merle 