Daddy had two 22-rifles left over from the days when they seemed necessary and later for bird hunting. Eventually he sold one and the...

“The Bookends.” That’s what Benny called us, him and me, “The Bookends.” “Do you know why that is?”, he asked one fine day. I told him...

“A violin is fancy, a fiddle is folksy.” “What are you doing?”, I asked my brother, Jerry when he came out of our parents’ bedroom...

It was an early morning of an already difficult day and I was headed to the gas station after taking plastics, cardboards and cans for...

It was a small reunion, just a handful of Hardisty’s- -six of us, my sister Lucy, my brother Benny’s wife, Nadine, our cousin Sally,...

We were a happy group, eight cousins young and older, heading down I-10 from Las Cruces to the Anthony Exit on our guided tour to...

Uncle Otis and Aunt Inez lived near Milnesand, New Mexico, a small-unincorporated village in Roosevelt County about 55 miles south of...

Christmas 2016 Tularosa, New Mexico Dear Anika, On February 18, 1964, your great-great grandparents (Ben and Dolly), and your...

To All My Preuit-Dinsmore Cousins: In 1958 I lived in Albuquerque 3 blocks from Central on a shady street in a very comfortable...

I was too young for him to die. I was seven and he was thirteen. My brother Dan had been feeling ill for several days – throwing up and...

“Good grief, Anika!” I said, after being shown the new house in the brand new American compound. “You yourself have three bedrooms to...

It really wasn’t the first Mobile home; there were several similar mobile homes during the depression and dust bowl days, but this was...