Category Archives: Autobiography

July 7, 2009 Our decision to switch the Louvre and Versailles would come back to haunt us today. We arrived at the Louvre bright and early as is our strategy and noticed that practically no one was around. Great, we … Continue reading →

July 5, 2009 Today we planned to visit the Louvre. We got ready, had breakfast at the hotel and got on the Metro to the Louvre. We were there well before the nine o’clock opening time. But when we got … Continue reading →

July 4, 2009 OK! The vacation begins today. From reading all the guidebooks and watching the Rick Steves videos we knew that we needed to arrive at all our tourist destinations as soon as the doors opened in the morning. … Continue reading →

As I get new blog entries completed I will post them. So sometimes you may get more than one a day. Pre-Paris Scramble Like all vacations this one began long before we took off for Paris. Over many months we … Continue reading →

Last Sunday Karen and I drove to DeWitt to visit her stepdad, Vern Becker. He is staying in West Wing Place and will soon be going into hospice. He has cancer in his neck and has chosen not to undergo … Continue reading →

This weekend was our fall camp out at Red Oak Lodge. Not long ago the Conservation Department decided to upgrade the rifle range by the cabin parking lot. This resulted in the access road to the cabin being relocated. It … Continue reading →

National Geographic had a new documentary last week called “Stonehenge Decoded”, a curious title since that was the name of a book published over 40 years ago. One that I read at the time. Stonehenge has always been of interest … Continue reading →

My father, Raymond Miller Thorpe, had beautiful handwriting. I first noticed it when I was in junior high. He was also very good at writing in Old English script. That interested me and I asked him to show me how … Continue reading →

When I was in elementary school we lived on Merle Hay Road in Des Moines. My folks had a couple of friends that lived across the street from us, Margaret and Everett Brafford. I only just remember when they lived … Continue reading →

A Possible Historical Marker While helping Lance and Cherise paint their house last week I was chatting with Cherise’s dad, Howard. I mentioned that about 30 years ago I had read a newspaper article about a big rock, south of … Continue reading →