Oh. There is something to be said about the “Good Old Days.” Except. It used to be the “Good Old Days” were for old people. Like my grandparents. Or even my parents, once they went up in years. Now. Those old days are the 1980s. Sadly. But today’s historical item happened in that particular decade. […]

There are times in our lives when one little thing we do, one little action, has a significant and lasting impact on the rest of our lives. Oh. I don’t know. It could be anything. Take Berty McIntry, for example. She played Canasta with friends every Saturday morning in the basement of St. Thomas’s Church.

The world is full of natural disasters. There are earthquakes, tsunamis, wildfires, blizzards, tornados, volcanos, famine, drought, landslides, floods, and many more. Floods? Sometimes, they are not so natural. Such would be the case on this date, October 17, 1914. That is when the London Beer Flood occurred. Yes. The Beer Flood. A large vat

Murder. Oh. She wrote about it. Angela Lansbury. Great, great Angela Lansbury. I always thought she seemed like such a nice person. But more than anything, she was a great actress. She was acclaimed on Broadway and on film, like her role in “Mame!,” and many more. Not to mention her campy TV series, Murder,

Sometimes, we make mistakes. We’ve all made them. I seem to err quite often, truth be told. And if klutziness also counts as erring, I’m a yutz. I run into walls and tables and things. But some mistakes are bigger than others. Like this one. It was on this date, October 15, 1991, when the

I love a good mystery. Those Whodunnits. It could be anything. Who killed Moppy McBride? Or who stole the Jewels of Havaburp Castle? I can remember reading the good mysteries of Nancy Drew and Encyclopedia Brown when I was a kid. I fell in love with the genre then. There are some great mystery writers

For today historical date, I bring you a piece written by Jean Bussell.  I know you will enjoy it as much as I do.   And we all come into this world. _____________ Jean: Always a Monday My Birth & Early MemoriesMonday—always a Monday. That’s the day of the week on which I was born. And

Good people do good things.So it never makes sense to me, when bad things happen to them. I just don’t know what to make of it. Such was the case in the life of Edith Cavell. Her life started as so many lives do. Cavell was born in a village near Norwich on December 4,