This blog was started as an autobiography for my family. At 80, I have lived more years than I have left and those who come after me want the stories I have told and those I haven’t yet told so that I can be remembered.

My own mother died 12 or so years ago and there are things she told us as children that have been all but forgotten – about how she and her friend sneaked around looking into peoples’ cellars during prohibition in the hopes of finding people making their own alcohol. But, what happened? What else did they do? What kind of child was she at school? What is the true story of the time when she first saw my father? Did they really honeymoon in New York and ride in a horse=drawn carriage? These are things that have been passed along but have they been remembered correctly?

And, I’d really love to read about my father’s youth. There is a book which tells a little of his childhood when his parents took him and his twin brother to Ireland for a few months but, aside from that, I know almost nothing.

So, you out there, reading this – this is part of my autobiography and I’d like to thank you for reading it!