After a variety of adventures, we arrived at the canvas city of Jamestown, then the terminal point...
Both the pen and keyboard are pretty mighty.
Odyssey of a Liberal – Travelling Left in Bohemia
Chapter 6 TRAVELLING LEFT IN BOHEMIA By Freda Utley Before the war ended I had attained a position...
Coffee with Coco: Salme Stories
Salme Stories – A Mother’s Journey Part 2 There is such unrest in the air today. Isis....
Coffee with Coco: Salme Stories
Salme Stories - A Mother's Journey Part 1 When I was a little girl I remember my sisters and I...
An Ode to Leggings
I'd write an ode to leggings the most comforting of "pants",But a picture's worth a thousand...
War Years
Odyssey of a Liberal Ch. 5 - The War Years My departure from Prior's Field in August 1915...
Your Digital Burns Supper
Robert Burns wasn't just any poet, he was a successful poet. There are more public statues of Burns around the world than any other writer, and only Queen Victoria and Columbus surpass him for dedicated, non-religious statuary. A commemorative bottle of coke with his...
Coffee with Coco: “This Morning”
This Morning It is 5 am and I am awake. Unusual for me not to remain sleeping until the sun peeks out from behind the lids of night. Sleep is precious to me. It heals my body and removes MS from it’s memory. For another day. But this day, it’s more about memory than...
CHICAGO, by Carl Sandburg
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders: They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps...
Peeling Pulp, Doing Chores, Riding Bikes.
"A Message For You" - Chapter 13 - by Vital Thebeau. 1944 That winter we didn't have any school, because there was no teacher. My brother Camille and I thought we should start cutting pulp. Camille was 12 years and I was 15 years old so we cut pulp through the winter....
My English School
Chapter 4 Odyssey of a Liberal Freda Utley The plunge from Switzerland into the frigid, unkind and alien atmosphere of an expensive English boarding school no doubt helped to lay the psychological foundations for the militant communism which, a decade...