Blarney

by Karen Warren Here is a story about one of my Cassidy relatives in Kentucky a 150 years ago or so. You have to read this with an Irish accent: Seems like Mr. Cassidy was just a “wee little” man. One day 2 Indians came and attacked his house. He put up a...

Let’s Play

Told by James Heath
(retyped by April Heath Pastis) One day when we were coming home from school, we came across some kids playing in front of their house. Well like all kids would we stopped to say hi and pretty soon they asked us to come inside. So, we did of course...

Jimmy? Who Are You Talking to?

told by James Heath (as told to April Heath Pastis) After your mom and me got married we lived with mom’s mom for a short 
time in a house on Avenue A. We stayed up in the second floor and we 
didn’t have much furniture at all. In fact, I think we were...

The Dinner Guest

told by Donna Heath (as told to April Heath Pastis) I had the most beautiful dog when I was a kid. It was part Pekinese and part Terrier. It was golden with long, soft beautiful hair. I called her Pug, even though I didn’t know anything about Pugs then, but...