Life

Mother, May I?

Mother May I: You know, a young child’s brain is akin to a sponge. The little ones soak up information

This is a childhood memory that happened in either 1943 or ’44. I was four or five, so some things

H.D. Ingles / April 22, 2020

I have in my possession a document which I have had for over 65 years. My first paycheck. How

H.D. Ingles / February 14, 2020

Happy Valentine’s Day: Valentine’s Day is the day for Cupid to shoot his arrows of love. Whatever the heck that

H.D. Ingles / August 30, 2019

Was in thirty-nine I was born, One Sunday night in Old July. I Think I’ll die one winter morn. It’s

H.D. Ingles / August 12, 2019

A Short Winter Spring. It passed you by; you did not learn, Because it seemed to last so long. For

I am quite sure that most teenagers, somewhere along the line, tend to be losers. That’s primarily because they are

Eighty and Counting: Today, July 2, 2019, I made it to eighty years. I have no idea how I got

Recently, there seems to be a lot of talk about Concentration camps. I have a feeling that the term is

I am publishing this letter not to fill you with emotion because it is a love letter my father wrote