Remembering “The Greatest Generation”

    Today is my mother’s birthday; she would have been 98.  I’m glad she’s not alive to see what her beloved America has become.  She wouldn’t recognize it, but she would understand. My mother and father were both first born of immigrant parents.  Neither of them finished high school.  They were married in 1936 at the height of the Depression, and their marriage lasted 62 years, | Read More »