Not Home for The Holidays

Not Home for The Holidays

This story was submitted to One Legacy by Butch Wolfe of Burlington, KY, in honor and loving memory of his father, Charles Wolfe, who originally wrote this story describing his Christmas in 1953, while serving in the United States Air Force. It was Christmas Eve,...
I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE THEM WHEN I GROW UP

I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE THEM WHEN I GROW UP

My name is Cheryl Brunsmann. I was born in 1961 and raised south of Belleville IL. The farm I was raised on is almost directly across from Belleville West High School. I’m the youngest of thirteen children. I always say that I give my mom credit, or blame her,...
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Auton

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Auton

Dear Mr. & Mrs. Auton, I’m just old-fashioned enough to believe that parents should be consulted when a guy is in love with their daughter. I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused you recently but I’m so happy that Mona cares enough about me that she might want to...
MY PRACTICE IS MY MINISTRY

MY PRACTICE IS MY MINISTRY

THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE SMELLY I was born in 1968, in St. Louis, Mo. Today, we would call it a free-range childhood. We lived in  an urban area (which is now a suburban), and, were lucky enough to have quite a bit of woods. It really was one of those childhoods...
IF YOU SEE SOMETHING SAY SOMETHING

IF YOU SEE SOMETHING SAY SOMETHING

My name is June Brown. I was born in November 1940 in St Louis MO. My dad was a butcher, and mother was a stay-at-home mom. I had four siblings. We lived in an average neighborhood, and we all worked hard. Everyone just seemed to share, help, and love each other. It...