It’s difficult to see them, the three little ones in the left corner of the old photograph dated 1933.  But they are there, looking toward the camera from a triangle of shade, three of my grandfather’s eight younger siblings looking with curious stances towards the little house he is building ...

Hopping in the family car for a long drive was always an adventure for us as children.  Many Sunday afternoon drives led to our old family farm, purchased in 1912. Driving down the two-lane highway, we would take special notice of the dip in the road where old, dead trees ...

Louis Braille was like many little boys, he loved spending time with his father. Simon-Rene Braille ran a successful harness shop in the French countryside, and little Louis loved pretending to use Father’s tools until one day an accident with a stitching awl robbed the little one of his sight. ...