Introduction

The third reader of my long-gone school days said something like, Life is a river, from its small and unimportant beginning it flows steadily onward. It may hesitate, but never stop until early or late its end is reached.

The River of Life

By anyone's calculations, the river of my life has been a long and, on the whole, a very placid one. No treacherous rapids or impassable falls have ever disturbed its steady flow.

Reflections

I have filled many pages with recollections of what to some may seem a very humdrum and uneventful life. Aren't most lives just that except to the individuals who have lived them?

Hope for the Future

This self-appointed task has been a very pleasant one. I trust that someone sometime in the future will find pleasure and perhaps a bit of knowledge hidden in these pages.

On Life and Time

It is said that three score years and ten is one's allotment for life; beyond that, one lives on borrowed time. It has never been clear to me just where and from whom this time is borrowed. I must say, the last decade and a half that I have borrowed from somewhere have been most satisfactory. I most sincerely hope that my credit will hold good a while longer.