In June of 1977, my Mom and I took a trip to Halls, Tennessee. I was four years old and had been to Halls as an infant, but my mom’s parents had died just after I was born and she had little reason to visit in the interim. Her hands were full in Kansas City […]
There’s always a swirl of bittersweet recollection that follows learning of someone’s untimely death, made ever more regretful by time and distance. That helpless feeling of an irreconcilably missed connection. I learned last night that Mary Prosser Gottwald Williams died in 2003. Mary was a sometimes science teacher, Outdoor Club sponsor, and general problem solver […]
My name is R. Josh Quarles