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Patsy & Marylin (Photo: Patricia Cummings)
When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor in 1941, I was three years old. Two years later, my silver-haired father, Verne Cummings, was drafted into the Army. He was thirty-five and the father of two.
Assumption Church at 51 West Seventh Street in downtown Saint Paul (Photo: Patricia Bour-Schilla)
The year was 1933: FDR had just succeeded Herbert Hoover in the White House, the first episode of The Lone Ranger aired on the radio, Fay Wray co-starred with a giant mechanical gorilla in King Kong, and the chocolate chip cookie had just been invented.
On the corner of Selby and Snelling Avenues in St. Paul, O’Garas expanded decades ago into the space once occupied by the Family Barber Shop, owned by Carl Schulz, father of Charles M. Schulz. (History lesson and photo courtesy of Jim Ellwanger/Flickr Creative Commons)
It isn’t as far from Saint Paul to Nepal as you might think it is.
Bao and Noah on their wedding day (Photo: Bao Vang)
My wedding day began at 1 a.m., when I got up for work as anchor and producer of Sunrise 7, the morning show on WSAW-TV, based in Wausau, Wisconsin. After my shift ended at 9 a.m., I met up with my fiancé, Noah, to say goodbye until our wedding night, then headed for my mother’s home in Saint Paul.
Illustration: Mickey’s Diner on West Seventh Street, by Andy Singer
It was dinnertime. Well, actually, it was ten o’clock at night and my mom had just finished a big show. I was hungry, cranky, and tired. Continue Reading
The Winter Medallion Hunt (Photo: Bryan Kennedy/Flickr Creative Commons)
The scramble begins. The quickest gets the matching gloves. Snowsuit on . . . wool socks on . . . boots on . . . I just need a hat and gloves. A lone glove lies on the wood floor in the entryway. Where’s its mate? Hats, scarves, and mismatched gloves fly out of the wicker basket.
Crosby Farm Regional Park (Photo: DonJuanDeMacro/Flickr Creative Commons)
