As a young child I spent several summers in Dalton with Aunt Rita and Uncle Jim. I was the flower girl in their wedding when I was seven. The summer when I was about 9 or 10, Uncle Jim decided I was old enough to learn to drive, so he put me behind the wheel...

I grew up knowing Jim and Rita.. They were good friends of my parents Leonard and Cyrilla Pelster. They played cards at our house many times We had a piano at which Jim would sit and play and everyone would gather around and sing some of the old familiar...

Although I wasn't fortunate enough to spend much time with Uncle Jimmy (as I lived in WA State),I put him up on a high pedastal as I do with all my other uncles and aunts. One story I'd love to share takes place in the fall of 1953...I came for a visit right...

Grandpa Jim, as others have attested, loved to captivate people with his stories. But he also had a magical ability to capture one's curiosity as well. As a kid, I remember my highlight in trips to Dalton often involved "the black box." In this metal cube,...

It's tough to decide which stories to share about Grandpa Jim, as there are so many great ones. I suppose I will just share some of my favorite memories about him. The first thing that comes to mind were the hilarious stories that he would tell and th...

The final five years of Dad's life were the only ones lived outside of Dalton. As he began his struggle with Alzheimer's, Dad was faced with a move to Kearney. Although he was in a new location, in his mind he was back home, on the farm in Dalton. When ...