Each ornament on my Christmas tree has a story. Starting at the bottom, there’s the beautiful, hooked poinsettia tree skirt my sister Helen made years ago. When she gave it to me, she told me it wasn’t quite finished but I’ve looked at it for years and can’t see where anything else needs to […]
Feb 23, 2015
Who Was That Mystery Man?
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Chapter Fifteen The Carnegie Library, a single story, red brick structure with white trim stood proudly at attention commanding a view of the old courthouse just as I remembered. As I went up the wide, stone steps, a light snow began to fall. Shivering, I pulled my jacket closer. Heavy, double doors swung outward […]
