Stories that Touch
My Mom and Mrs. McDonald
By Rick Bowes With each passing year it seems that memories of my mom don’t fade away, they actually become more vivid. She was born at the end of WWI, and when she was just 3 months old her father died. Though her mom, my grandmother, worked several jobs and tried her best, their life in rural Iowa was extremely hard. For years they lived together in dire poverty. The one bright spot as my Read more…