The following experience is perhaps the most frightening and awful experience of my entire life. I kept it to myself and from my family for years, and I thought I would take it to my grave. Then I read some research on family history and our life stories and learned the value of sharing our…

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I was 5 years old and lying in a hospital bed, all alone except for my new puppet, Pinkie. A Pink Lady volunteer had given it to me when visiting hours were over and the nurses made my mom leave, hospital rules. I remember holding Pinky so tight all night, my body tense and still…

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I was in the eighth grade at Lincoln Junior High, which had a reputation as a rough and tough school. Our parents were mostly blue-collar workers who worked long, hard hours at jobs requiring lots of time and physical labor. Only a few students had parents with college degrees and desk jobs. Most of the…

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Normally, when our 3-year-old great-granddaughter, Rebecca, sees Cal, a big smile breaks out on her face, then she runs to him, excitedly calling out, “Papa!” as she throws her arms around him. Even through the pandemic we see her most every week, but only on zoom. It’s fun to connect and watch her grow and…

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Several years ago, my 13-year-old grandson, Eddie, and I walked to the park near my son’s house in Stuttgart, Germany. Eddie enjoyed writing and dreamed of becoming an author, writing science fiction. He knew I had a little bit of experience writing and wanted to ask me some questions and get some feedback on something…

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Earl Cazier was born May 6, 1891, in Ogden, Utah and raised on his father’s ranch in Afton, Wyoming. Under his father’s tutelage he learned how to work, how to treat animals (and people) with kindness and respect, how to manage a ranch, and how to raise his family.   Earl stayed in Afton and…

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