On not taking refuge This posting will seem like a departure from my usual Letters From the Old Hyde Place; and in a way, it is. It is more contemporary. But that was inevitably going to be the case. My history from the Old Hyde Place, the stories themselves, isn’t endless. But I like to…
Stories
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The President is dead I always remember the day and the times. But the times seem more relevant recently. I’m certainly a different person than I was as a 18-year-old just starting to college in the midst of a tumultuous time — the 1960s. Those years shaped some my beliefs as the result of political…
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Home Schooling Before There Was Home Schooling Seems quaint now, but my family lived in a part of rural America in the early 1950s where one-room school houses weren’t still common but they still existed. Bell Victory, situated on the outskirts of Springfield, Missouri, was one of the remaining ones. It stood on a stone…
