"The life which is unexamined is not worth living." - Plato

"I tend to live in the past because most of my life is there." - Herb Caen

Harry Brabec's Web Pages

A Wife's Loving Tribute

In Memory of Harry Brabec (1927-2005) 
The Last of a Dying Breed

See also Barbara's Series of Articles for
Widows and Others
Who Have Lost,
Or May Soon Lose, Someone They Love

In the Archives . . .

The Story of a New Friend, and Her Romantic Love Story

Memories of Peonies and My High-School Graduation- Every year, the new crop of peonies in my back yard brings back nostalgic memories of my home town.

Life is Like a Baseball Game - A poem by Barbara written for her father's 76th birthday.

The Memories in My Recipe Box - To many, the exchange of recipes among women would seem a trivial thing; it's just something women do and have always done. But like gifts we've received from special people, recipes can conjure up warm and loving thoughts about the women who have shared them with us. Read this article to stir up some wonderful memories of your own.

The Christmas Place - In the lyrics of a song written for her mother, Barbara remembers Christmas as a child in Buckley, Illinois in the 1950s.

Memories of Christmases Past - The "Hollywood Doll" that became an heirloom displayed in an antique basket.

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