A wooden rabbit wearing a dinner jacket, hands in pockets, striding forward. Mounted on a crude wooden box, he’s been taking that stride forward for more than 85 years. Grandpa made it while he was in the hospital. The Missouri State Hospital, called the St. Louis Insane Asylum at the time. Part of his recovery, […]
Dad’s Hundredth
July 30 would have been my dad’s 100th birthday. He was determined to make it to 100, but he died three months short of his 98th. In fact, he was determined not only to make it to 100, but he was planning to preach a sermon to some church congregation on his 100th birthday. I suspect his plan […]