Dreamers Rise

The neighborhood where I grew up was built on a hill overlooking a small artificial lake, and at the summit of the hill, tucked into the woo...

My father's namesake in a photo taken in September 1897, when he would have been about six. According to the inscription on the back, pa...

In 1975 I took a course taught by a folklorist who had a parallel career as the producer of a number of commercial recordings of folk music....

For a couple of years when I was a kid my father and I used to traipse through the woods on what had once been farmland, looking for old fou...

The poem below was printed in a local newspaper in 1966. As the name of the poet would mean nothing to anyone who didn't know her perso...

One year when I was a kid we took a family camping trip to Quebec. I don't remember much about the trip except that we stayed at least a...

There were plenty of other kids in the neighborhood when I was small, and most of the time I played with them, but I had another friend who...

I grew up in a community of eighty or so houses built on a hill leading up from a small man-made lake. In the winter you could see the lake ...

When I was a kid I lived in a neighborhood that overlooked a lake, and when we had nothing to do my friends and I would sometimes go down th...

He sought out inconspicuous things that could be only be found by those who already knew that they might be there. He learned that in early ...

Every autumn the fire department put on a turkey shoot as a fund raiser. No turkeys were involved — or rather there were turkeys but they we...

The children were darting in all directions, in blue Cub Scout uniforms with yellow neckerchiefs if they had them or play clothes if they di...

The field had been abandoned two years before. Someone had come and hauled off the cattle for the winter and in the spring they didn't c...