Posted on Jul 22, 2015
This is the title of my new book about the year I spent living with my father in the Logan Inn in New Hope, Pennsylvania. Our family had been split up, with my mother and youngest brother, Timmy, going to Kingston, New York, to the big white wedding cake house on Albany Avenue where her mother, my grandmother, Anna T. Ball, lived with Jim Morgan.
I am named after Jim, who bought the big house for my grandmother and her 5 children, and lived in small room at the end of hallway. Of course, this fooled exactly no one – including Father Thomas at St. Mary’s Catholic Church and every other Catholic in Kingston.
More to come…