|Cover design Anne Forbes|
Tales and Letters
It’s not the passing of time but the accumulation of discoveries that causes a boy to grow up. As the days passed slowly by in the warmth and humidity of that Iowa summer—my first away from home—I discovered my grandparents.
I watched my grandmother covertly as she went about her work, her mouth pulled down into a perpetual pout, her blue eyes mean as she berated Grandpa. But as she looked at me her brow would clear, her eyes light up. Quicksilver. It always startled me….