Have you ever resented the way someone demonstrated their caring and love for you? Even though you knew they meant well? I have. And I’d like to learn how to not do this to people I care about. While researching my parents’ lives for a forthcoming…
My father — front left. My mother — front right. The day after their wedding, at the Newton, KS train station, leaving for Paraguay in 1943 When I was a kid, my dad was my hero-doctor. He stitched up my chin three times after I fell again and again and…
My Father, bottom left … Susan’s Parents, back row Today I learned that the final close personal link to a significant man in my life has died. Susan Rhoades was the daughter of my father’s oldest brother, Dr. Herb Schmidt. My Uncle Herb orchestrated many pivotal…