Wisdom and Grace: Memories of Easter Sunday many years ago

Funny, isn't it, how something suddenly triggers a memory that you haven't thought of in years? Such was the case when I was working the 2020 Census. Part of the area I surveyed was the Rocky Boy's Indian Reservation. One day I entered the reservation via Taylor Road on the east side. Much later in the day, I left the area at Box Elder. Turning onto Highway 87, I glanced to my right and then I saw it. A floodgate of memories deluged my innermost being. I pulled over and wept.

I saw an abandoned gas station.

My mind went back to 1957. It was Easter, and my mother, Gertrude Whaley, had taken my...