I live in the greatest place in the world. During my days, I have learned a lot and experienced much. My journey has provided me with many wonders.

Over the years, I have attempted to keep track of what goes on, trying to make sense of all that happens. Even as a young teen, I would collect items from the ancient incinerator dump in town. I’ve gathered old farming instruments that were left for a century in a fallow field and forgotten by time.  I’ve picked up stones from along the roadway (really, not an uncommon endeavor in our town with the rarest of minerals in the world).

I’ve held on to the stories of old-timers who’ve traveled by train to school on tracks that no longer exist. I’ve portrayed what took place on farmland grass where a First World War Jenny biplane may have barnstormed for eager townspeople but is a place now cornered by shopping malls and blacktop. I have described artistry that captured the essence of life in times long ago. These stories I have put into books for those young ones who are just now rubbing their eyes, curious to see the world that surrounds them and wonder from where it all came.

Currently, I am providing a “library” of books, stories, and images to be used as a resource for those taking interest in our heritage. Perhaps you are one who is like-minded. Welcome!