Small Worlds and Full Circles
Who is that speaking intently with President Johnson back in the early 1960s? It’s my uncle, Herbert Kramer. I’d never seen the picture when I was growing up, but I [...]
Who is that speaking intently with President Johnson back in the early 1960s? It’s my uncle, Herbert Kramer. I’d never seen the picture when I was growing up, but I [...]
From Forever Autumn: One day during my last year of grammar school, we discovered something about my father that cast a shadow over everything. It happened during the winter when [...]
The following article is being featured on my publisher's webpage this week: My name is Jo Ivester. I’m 57 years old and live in downtown Austin. I never thought I’d [...]
It’s great that my mother thought so highly of my father. Makes me feel good in some ways. But she did more than think highly of him. She kept him [...]
When I read over the story of the gnats in my mother’s journal, I’m not sure which of my parents I pity more. I can understand my father’s perspective. Here [...]
My mother was the last of her generation, the only one who remembered events actually happening, rather than just hearing about them. In this blog, I plan to share with [...]