The little giant and the big giant, though proportionally different, were inseparable. Whenever the little giant would get stuck, she knew that the big giant would be right there, ready to save the day. Somehow, some way, everything would always work out. As a young girl, my mom remembers all of
A Life Worth Living
I was once told that my great-grandfather never had a Christmas tree in his house after the fall of the stock market in 1929. My father told me that the decision to forgo a Christmas tree was made out of fear-fear that he might lose all of the things that he had worked so hard for. I should not have been surprised by this story because I know how superstitious my family can be, but I couldn’t help it.
The Ghosts of Our Forefathers
My grandmother, Phyllis Mostellar (or as we, grandkids, called her, Lizzie) knew him the best. Philip Williams, my great grandfather, was her father, and she was his only child. And maybe that was how I came to be a part of such a large family, for my grandmother enjoyed every minute of her busy household, Continue reading “The Ghosts of Our Forefathers”
Pieces: A Life
Profile of Laura Jane Waldrop Gregg
by her granddaughter Karen Hollingsworth Gardiner
“My daddy was a mean man and I didn’t like how he treated Momma,” my mother revealed to me a dozen or so years after her father had died and just three or four years after my beloved grandmother, her mother, had passed away. In fact, she said she didn’t like or respect her father much at all. There was a strange hardness in her voice. Then silence. Then a stunning explanation.