View From Hickory Heights: Ah Rhubarb, Much, Much More Spring Bounty For Taking
I think often of my great-grandmother’s house. She was an immigrant from The Netherlands or Holland as she preferred to call it. Both great-grandma and great-grandpa were immigrants. I am not sure how they ended up living in Dunkirk, but they did. He worked for the railroad when he came to Dunkirk. Their house was the last house on the street near the railroad. I think maybe he walked to work. I never knew great-grandpa because he died before I was born. However, I knew great-grandma well. When I was in grade school, they were building schools in town. The older students switched ...