The Little Colonel

My grandmother Alice Elizabeth Manson was born on Dec. 26, 1898, in Williamsport, Pennsylvania.  Her father, Frederick E. Manson, originally from Searsmont, Maine, had moved with his bride, Alma Millay from Bowdoinham, Maine, to Williamsport, Pennsylvania to take a job as the Managing Editor of Grit, an agricultural newspaper catering to an audience of farmers and homesteaders.  (Grit:  “ruralContinue reading “The Little Colonel”

Fourth quarter thoughts on veganism

Lately, I’ve been looking to the end of the year and anticipating the completion of my year of following a vegan diet. People have asked me if I will continue to eat this way or if I will celebrate 2023 with a cheeseburger and fries. Some days, that cheese burger sounds pretty great… and otherContinue reading “Fourth quarter thoughts on veganism”

Morning Walk. On Turning 64.

I know, I look a little peculiar: Leggings, sweatshirt, baseball cap-             (That’s the acceptable part) Headlamp, fanny pack, walking stick             (that’s the peculiar part) I’m not in the woods, after all, I am finishing my morning walk in suburbia. But I started out before the sun was up and so: Headlamp to see. Fanny packContinue reading “Morning Walk. On Turning 64.”