A Letter From Nanna

My dad’s mother — my grandmother and namesake — was the youngest girl of 11 children, six boys and five girls altogether. The oldest was Clara, whom we heard from in a prior post.  In the course of packing for our move to Minnesota, my progress is being continuously sidetracked by finding old photos, notes… Read More A Letter From Nanna

School Stories From Olden Days: Trust Me, We Got it Better

As much criticism leveled against public schools nowadays, it might be tempting to think it was better in the past. Back when there was no standardized testing or government interference, back when parents had complete control. Then you read something about that earlier time and you realize it was only the rich who could afford… Read More School Stories From Olden Days: Trust Me, We Got it Better

Visitors to the Parsonage: Goatmen, Drunkards, and Convicts

In our last episode of Feeding of Folly, the blogger hinted she was “busy,” and therefore would have difficulty posting on a regular basis. “Busy with what?” readers demanded. She didn’t say. The only morsel she offered was that for the next few weeks, she would be supplementing her blog posts with found writings from… Read More Visitors to the Parsonage: Goatmen, Drunkards, and Convicts