My dad named me after his favorite uncle, Stephen Hogg. I grew up wondering about him, but knowing very little about him. He was buried in the family cemetery on our farm and his headstone stood out from the others because it was the classic white marble stone with a slightly curved top that marks… Read More »
A Soldier’s Funeral
I’m not sure how old I was. A young kid of seven or eight I suppose. What I do remember is the house was less than two miles from my home. It was small and the family didn’t have much. I can’t remember their names but I can picture the scene in my head. It… Read More »