“Use your fork and spoon!”, my mother admonished us seated around our Formica-topped dining table.  We were learning to eat spaghetti, ‘Italian-style.’ Neither her husband or their three small children . . .

Ever wonder if a three-year old will someday remember the good times you shared with them? Our parents took us to the New York World’s Fair in 1964 when I was only 3 ½ years old. Of all the wonders we experienced on our first trip out of rural Northern Michigan, these are . . .