by J. Thomas Allison The Franklin household in early 1950s also included a toddler girl and a boy on the way. Finding a time to write might have been a problem, but not for Madeleine. The old farmhouse had an ample pantry with three sides off the north wall of the old kitchen. Its shelves […]
by J. Thomas Allison I grew up next door to the Franklin family from 1952 until 1978. Hugh and Madeleine bought their house, Crosswicks, the year my parents bought acreage north of them. My parents had also looked at the 1750-ish house he Franklins ended up purchasing. They decided against it in favor of a […]
Dear Ones, Happy Spring! It’s hard to trust the feeling of hope and excitement that has been fluttering in my stomach and loosening the tightness in my throat, but I won’t deny it any longer, even if I know there will be disappointments and setbacks. It is ever thus, is it not? I write to […]
The secrets of the atom are not unlike Pandora’s box, and what we must look for is not the destructive power but the vision of interrelatedness that is desperately needed on this fragmented planet. We are indeed part of a universe. We belong to each other; the fall of every sparrow is noted, every tear […]
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