My Earliest Childhood Memory

During the first few years of my life, we always spent Christmas at grandma’s house, on a farm near Bradford, Illinois. Each Christmas eve, we’d drive the gravel roads some eighteen miles from my home town, Kewanee, and always made it. Some years the snow drifts were taller than our car. It was always cold in the upstairs bedroom where Grandma put us. One particular Christmas, when I was two years old, I remember vividly coming down the open stairwayRead more