Our Place is ‘For the Birds’ Now

BOB HOLT REPORTING Our Place is ‘For the Birds’ Now June 2, 1962 For a long time, I had the half-formed idea in my mind that I wanted to put a bird feeding tray in the front walnut tree to encourage more songsters to hang around our house. It buoys my spirits to...

At the Father-Daughter Dance

BOB HOLT REPORTING At the Father-Daughter Dance May 9, 1961 I had received my instructions in advance from my 13-year-old daughter, Debby. “Please Daddy,” she said, “try to remember. Don’t ask me to dance, don’t talk loud, and don’t laugh loud. Try not to be...

Road Trips

BOB HOLT REPORTING Road Trips November 1960 Last week, our family left home on a short Thanksgiving trip, and, true to form, had to circle the block and come back for some forgotten article before really, truly leaving. Now I am a believer in family customs, but this...

K as in Kennel

BOB HOLT REPORTING K as in Kennel It comes as a shock to read my favorite newspaper the other day and to realize that I am within half a cat of being tabbed as a kennel operator.  The issue came up at a meeting of the County Planning Commission, where Planner Don...

A Midnight Mission

During my dad’s career, he wrote thousands of columns on every subject imaginable – from the mundane to the lofty. He wrote about anything that interested him, and everything interested him. BOB HOLT REPORTING A Midnight Mission I had said I would never do it, but I...