Author Archive for Nora H. Caplan

Government Girl (Continued)

In 1948 when I moved from Springfield, Missouri, to Washington, D.C., “Watergate” referred to a series of summer concerts by the National Symphony on a barge anchored in the Potomac, facing a bank of steps leading up to the Lincoln…

Government Girl, 1948

As the B&O Pullman porter gave me a hand down at Union Station, straight ahead and rising above the trees was the U.S. Capitol dome. My legs grew weak. This was heady stuff for a 22-year-old from Springfield, Missouri. I’d…

Swan Song

The pond is almost at the far end of our retirement community. A small dock enables an occasional fisherman to cast a line into the still water. He or she may actually bring in a bass big enough to keep,…

Shall We Dance?

Whenever I remember Brebner Walker, I see a tall, thin figure in white tails and a sparkling white top hat, tap, tapping across the dance hall floor at Half-A-Hill and surrounded by an appreciative crowd during the floor show. Sometimes…

Rabbits, Chicks and New White Shoes

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Each child in Sunday School was given a pot of pansies on Easter morning.

Easter in Southwestern Missouri in the 1930s could be bitterly cold with even a late snowfall, or Easter Sunday might arrive with bountiful sunshine and pastel blue skies. In either event, snow or sunshine, we had brand new shiny white…

Overcoming Acrophobia

The fear began on a steep hillside in the Ozarks when I was a child. My mother was trying to turn our 1933 Pontiac around on a narrow dirt road. Just on the left side of us was a stone…

All Hallows Eve

When graduates of Princeton see the color combination of orange and black, they may be reminded of the Princeton Tigers; other fans (especially Marylanders) instantly visualize the Orioles. But I always associate orange and black with Halloween, one of my…

Not Only for Summer

There are an infinite number of ways to attract children to reading, and children’s rooms in our public libraries provide a veritable endless supply of displays, activities that involve recreational reading programs for specific age groups, special events, clubs, and…

Turning 90

This July I turned 90. As far as I know, I’m the only person on either side of my family to have lived this long. My mother passed away in her early eighties, and in 1964 we thought that was…

A Horse Named ‘Doc’

Doc was a Morgan colt when young Emaline and he first met. Drawn to each other by curiosity, their faces gently touched each other’s over the fence near the Sheads’ barn lot one spring morning in rural Missouri. He instantly…