The best thing about the holidays is the worst thing about the holidays. The past comes calling. Sometimes it taps you on the shoulder. Sometimes it tackles you. Sometimes you laugh at what you remember. Sometimes you cry. (Page S6, 665 words)By: Beverly Beckham|Date: Nov 22, 2009

The ghosts of Thanksgivings past The best thing about the holidays is the worst thing about the holidays. The past comes calling. Sometimes it taps you on the shoulder. Sometimes it tackles you. Sometimes you laugh at what you remember. Sometimes you cry. (Page S5, 667 words)By: Beverly Beckham|Date: Nov 22, 2009

This is what I know about my father’s father. His name was James Francis Curtin. He was born May 2, 1897, in Cambridge, to Mary Callan. He had a sister, Eleanor. They lived on Portsmouth Street. He enlisted in the Army Aug. 27, 1918. He was given one belt, one pair of gloves, a pair of underwear, one undershirt, one ... (Page S6, 679 words)By: Beverly Beckham|Date: Nov 15, 2009

This is what I know about my father’s father. His name was James Francis Curtin. He was born May 2, 1897, in Cambridge, to Mary Callan. He had a sister, Eleanor. They lived on Portsmouth Street. He enlisted in the Army Aug. 27, 1918. He was given one belt, one pair of gloves, a pair of underwear, one undershirt, one ... (Page S4, 681 words)By: Beverly Beckham|Date: Nov 15, 2009

This is what I know about my father’s father. His name was James Francis Curtin. He was born May 2, 1897, in Cambridge, to Mary Callan. He had a sister, Eleanor. They lived on Portsmouth Street. He enlisted in the Army Aug. 27, 1918. He was given one belt, one pair of gloves, a pair of underwear, one undershirt, one ... (Page S6, 679 words)By: Beverly Beckham|Date: Nov 15, 2009

My father used to say, “You don’t take care of things.’’ He’d look at my car and shake his head because it was always full of books and toys and empty bags of Goldfish and whatever else my kids were into at the time. (Page S6, 665 words)By: Beverly Beckham|Date: Nov 8, 2009

My father used to say, “You don’t take care of things.’’ He’d look at my car and shake his head because it was always full of books and toys and empty bags of Goldfish and whatever else my kids were into at the time. (Page S6, 677 words)By: Beverly Beckham|Date: Nov 8, 2009

My father used to say, “You don’t take care of things.’’ He’d look at my car and shake his head because it was always full of books and toys and empty bags of Goldfish and whatever else my kids were into at the time. (Page S3, 665 words)By: Beverly Beckham|Date: Nov 8, 2009

Just in case, the most important reminder It was a perfect October day, crisp and clear, the sky blue, the trees orange and bronze and red, the kind of day that made you forget for a while not only your personal problems but the infinitely bigger troubles of the world. (Page S5, 709 words)By: Beverly Beckham|Date: Nov 1, 2009

The most important reminder It was a perfect October day, crisp and clear, the sky blue, the trees orange and bronze and red, the kind of day that made you forget for a while not only your personal problems but the infinitely bigger troubles of the world. (Page S5, 707 words)By: Beverly Beckham|Date: Nov 1, 2009