More Than the Indy 500 Indianapolis is so much more than the “Indy 500.” After a number of visits with family there, I’m even more impressed with its many attractions for visitors as well as residents. Home to the Colts…
Category: Nora’s Corner
Sophie’s Little Free Library
My friend Mary has a Little Free Library in her yard, a memorial to her beloved King Charles Spaniel. His dog tags hang from the shingled roof of the birdhouse-like structure. “They’re popping up everywhere,” she said when I visited…
Government Girl (Conclusion)
As my sojourn in Washington, D.C., progressed and I began to feel like a real resident, I discovered new pleasures like the Watergate Inn. It stood where the Kennedy Center is now. It became one of my favorite places to…
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
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…