Pat ran ahead to take photos, so I wasn’t surprised to learn the raucous laughter emanated from a troupe of women aping for his camera. All wore matching, blue, calico smocks over bleached white blouses which perfectly matched their frothy… Read More ›
My family settled in New Jersey from England and Holland at the start of the 18th century. My mother’s family were the Covenhovens and owned the farmhouse which served as the headquarters for the Battle of Monmouth during the Revolutionary… Read More ›
This month, I read several articles which are germane to this blog (whatever that means). In any event, I’ve developed a habit of saving things I enjoy. And some of it does resonate with what I write about. First, and… Read More ›
Growing up, my father loved to spend the weekend in Lancaster, Pennsylvania – or as he called it “Amish Country”. To this day, I associate this rural, farming county in eastern Pennsylvania with him. For years, we pulled our travel… Read More ›
When I mentioned to my Hungarian friend, Szabi, that I was moving to Austin for a month, he replied, “Julie, I know that place. Dallas, right? JR Ewing.” And really, how could I blame him? I share his image of… Read More ›
The World In Between 