Winter is a cold time. It’s the season of snow and ice. The days are usually gray and dull. There’s little color. Some people like it. As you may have guessed, I really don’t. It’s not my favorite time of…
Winter is a cold time. It’s the season of snow and ice. The days are usually gray and dull. There’s little color. Some people like it. As you may have guessed, I really don’t. It’s not my favorite time of…
Today’s blog is the profile of my grandfather, Axel Maurice HENDRICKSON. He was born 9 March 1895 in Montreal, Quebec, Canada to Swedish immigrants, Carl Mauritz HENDRICKSON and Amy Augusta PETERSON. The family were in Vermont for the 1900 US…
Science fiction is fond of implanting false memories into people – ok, characters. They don’t do it to real people. It’s impossible to do that, right? Wrong, it’s very possible and we often do it to ourselves. False memories are…