While my celebrating won't include a parade, I will do my best to honor my family heritage with a good meal, a drink and likely a song or two.
Read MoreThese last few days I have been thinking about my father as February 25 was his birthday.
Read MoreThis week, trying to winnow down a file box overstuffed with my father's papers, I rediscovered a curious, heartwarming copy of Uncle Florry's will.
Read MoreMy great aunts Marion and Kathryn left their home and family in Butte, Montana to move to Los Angeles in 1928. A radical relocation in those days and yet they remained in the city for more than 40 years
Read MoreWaiting for the "It's a Small World" ride at Disneyland a young man approached us. "You're Nancy Egan, aren't you?" I had no idea who he was.
Read MoreDella became a widow on her 35th wedding anniversary. At 58 she was not sure what she would do.
Read MoreWe were 1950's free range kids. Woolman Street was our playground—we ran down the sidewalk and clambered up the steps to our small yards and porches to play.
Read MoreAfter a brief honeymoon in Salt Lake City, the couple arrived in Shelby, Montana, crossing the threshold of their new home on Valentine's Day.
Read MoreThe three of us, my sister Dianne, nephew Eamon and I, were standing on Jackson Street in front of what had once been my Grandmother Egan's house.
Read MoreWhen I was a young girl growing up in Butte, Independence Day was one of my favorite holidays, so wasn't hard for my sister Dianne to convince me to join her and my nephew Eamon for 4th of July weekend in in my old hometown.
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