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Kathryn Chwaz greets 105th Birthday
On January 15, 1918, a cold, winter day in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, Kathryn Pointek (Chwaz)...
The funny paper man
When I was about 5 and 6 years old (in 1933 and 1934) I was learning to read and could figure out...
Christmas in the trenches
Last year at this time I wrote about the old Christmas hymn, "Silent Night." Not long ago I read in...
A Silent Night
Father Joseph Mohr had journeyed to Oberndorf, a small town in Austria. It was his new assignment...
Doin' what comes naturally
My mother used to like the song, "Smiles." It described how smiles can make you happy and even make...
A really good story
I knew Mary Watts because she was a student at Tehachapi High School and was a classmate of my...
The flood of 1932 (part 2)
Continued from our Sept. 17, 2022 issue. (I wrote an account of the 1932 flood over 30 years ago...
Alsbury is essay winner
In the early months of 2022 Liam Alsbury, a ninth grader in Steve Hansen's English class at...
The Flood of 1932 (part 1)
(I wrote an account of the 1932 flood over 30 years ago for the Tehachapi News. I was lucky to find...
Local Heritage Oak student awarded scholarship
Charlotte Wilson, a recent graduate of Heritage Oak School, was notified in June that she was the...
Doyle Gracey's memories of Korea
I was talking to a gentleman the other day who said he'd like to read another one of my husband's...
Our dog, Brownie: the snake killer
If I had not read Jon Hammond's article about King snakes, I probably would not have thought about...
We had to be polite
When I was 17 and fresh out of high school, I was hired as an operator at the local telephone...
Still in Mojave
After checking my article in the last issue of The Loop newspaper I realized I had left out...
What a lot to see
I miss driving but being a passenger has its perks, also. For myself, on recent trips, I could...
You missed a good one!
"I saw you toss the kites on high and blow the birds about the sky..." That quote from Robert Louis...
A man to remember
When I occasionally travel Willow Springs Road toward Rosamond and Lancaster, I pass Truman Road...
Still surviving, my pet tree
Some years back I ordered, from a little catalog, a strip of something with inserted flower seeds. A...
The Little Brown Church in the Dale
I have mentioned before that I originated in Mojave and only moved to Tehachapi in 1937. During my...
Travelin' days
In 1950, when I began living in the Southland, it was, and still is, 200 miles from Oceanside,...
Meeting the hoppers
The Hoppers are not a family that moved here recently, but little hopping insects; grass hoppers and...
Wells bells
I was fortunate to be able to grow up, during most of my childhood, in the same town with long-time...
Anselmo – a vaquero
In the early 1800s, the entire San Joaquin Valley of Central California was populated by the Native...
Back in square nail days...those days of yore
One hundred thirty-eight years ago there was a small frame building on West F Street. A frame...
Christmas before Rudolph
The first time I heard about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was in 1950. My Marine husband and I...
