By Rose Klix In 1964, when fourteen, I joined this volunteer organization. I didn’t find any photograph of me in my uniform. Here’s a web…
by Rose Klix My parents chose to celebrate Thanksgiving Day with Dad’s family. A family member would volunteer to host the event at their home.…
By Rose Klix Anyone acquainted with me knows I hate Halloween. Grandma Swinehart said, “Too strong a word for a young lady.” Sorry, Grandma, but…
by Rose Klix Summer 1953 I turned three years old. My parents owned a wood-paneled station wagon, termed a woodie. Dad planned to help his…
By Rose Klix Me as Brownie Scout in 1957 Aunt Myrtle led Jim’s Cub Scout den when we lived on New York Street. Even after…