Category Archives: Rachel Jones Martens

Dad (Henry Martens) is doing better.  His lungs are clear; and according to his Indianapolis cardiologist, the pacemaker is doing its job.  He doesn’t have much energy or appetite, but he is again able to walk a few blocks without … Continue reading →

We sat at a long, unfinished wooden plank table. Dad added leaves as the family grew. Mom and Dad sat enthroned at chairs on both ends. Their offspring sat on long wooden benches on either side. My first memories of … Continue reading →

Juanita and Madeline got in the habit of hiding dirty dishes in the oven, pretending that they were finished with all the dishes,

I was five years old, wearing waist bloomers and tops with square necks–nothing but smart mouth and honest.

Johnnie & Wes really had fun–at my expense.