Veteran journalist Barbara Falconer Newhall reports from the scene on books, writing . . . and life as she knows it.
Peter, Halloween, 1987. Photos by BF Newhall.
By Barbara Falconer Newhall, July 26, 1987, The Oakland Tribune
Peter leaves home for college. Photo by Barbara Falconer Newhall
By Barbara Falconer Newhall
Most of my grandmother’s children – there were seven of them – lived out their lives within walking distance of their mother’s white frame house in Scottville, Michigan. Not my father. He moved away.
Which is why, when I think of my Grandma Falconer I see the pince-nez, the soft pink skin and the silvery-white hair swept into an up-do — but I also see my grandmother’s figure standing motionless at the foot of her driveway, watching as my family drives out of town. [Read more...]
Every Christmas for many years another pair of hand embroidered pillow cases would arrive from my Grandma Falconer. Photos by BF Newhall
By Barbara Falconer Newhall
I waited too long to get married. By the time Jon and I said our vows, the contents of my hope chest were hopelessly outdated. Unusable.
There wasn’t all that much in my hope chest when I got married, just a few pillowcases hand embroidered by my grandmother, [Read more...]
