How to Die Before You’re Dead (6)  

How to Die Before You’re Dead (6)  

When I was a kid, we’d go visit my Grandma Norma down in Vincennes. She and Grandpa lived in a house built in 1832, which they’d bought in 1929 for $1600, and fixed up. My grandfather added on to it so perfectly you couldn’t tell where the old stopped and the new...
How to Die Before You’re Dead (6)  

Finding Our Way (10)

VIEW VIDEO  Last month, Frank Gladden, bemoaning the scarcity of rain, questioned whether I had any pull with the Lord. I said, “I don’t know. Why do you ask?” He said, “My beans need rain. A real preacher would get me some rain.” So to save Frank’s beans and my...
How to Die Before You’re Dead (6)  

Finding Our Way (4)

VIEW VIDEO  What an eventful week it was last week, the annual motorcycle trip of the Quaker Oatlaws Motorcycle Club, followed by the 165th annual sessions of Western Yearly Meeting, which I have attended 46 years in a row. Both went smoothly, though not as I had...
How to Die Before You’re Dead (6)  

Finding Our Way 

VIEW VIDEO  Mike Goss and I rode our motorcycles up north to Quaker Haven Camp last week, nestled on the shores of Dewart Lake in Kosciusko County, which is itself named for the Polish general Tadeusz Kościuszko, who came to the aid of our nation during the...
How to Die Before You’re Dead (6)  

Every Child in Every Picture   

After my parents passed away, my brother David gathered all the family pictures together, divvied them up into five separate piles, based on the sibling featured in the photograph. My sister received the biggest stack of pictures, being the first child, and my brother...