I have been writing for a long time, about myself and about my family–and events that have had an effect upon my life: I have been a journal keeper since I was 21. Then I used the journal for self-awareness and for self-exploration. Soon I realized that my journals contained so much of my schooling, my reading, my family, and what interested me–throughout my whole life, from my first memory, in 1944, to the present, like the death of a dear pet. Or my retirement. I began to write: My Memories of A Time–perhaps memoir-ish. I need to get the past into prose, my prose. Now I have an opportunity to tell stories. This is what I am about.