American Legacies Organization, Inc.

By Ken A. Rogers

On July 4, 1996 a piece of America died.

Who's packing your parachute?

Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam.

A Brief History of the Indigenous Population of Jamaica

By Glenn Woodley

The prehistory of Jamaica saw three separate waves of colonization by Amerindian peoples.

To My Father

Ever since I was little,

You’ve shown me you were there

In case I ever needed you

When life wasn’t playing fair.

I can’t imagine life

1931 photo of J. C. Mayfield being baptized. From left, Bro. Harvey Edwards, second person unknown, third person is J. C. Mayfield at age 16 years (wearing strip pants, which were borrowed.) Other people are unknown. The location was Thickers Creek, near the present day Hwy. 91, southwest of Hanceville, Alabama.

By: Joe Mayfield

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1947 photograph of Big Mike Fak and his son Little Mike.

By Mike Fak

This Fathers Day I would like to tell you a story of a man and his family whom I have known for many years.

17 year old Howard (Howie) Stephenson in 1947

By Donna Sundblad

My father, Howard (Howie) Stephenson idolized his older brother Harry whom everyone called Clark. The nickname stuck as a child while living on Clark Street in Chicago. As adults, the brothers fondly recanted such antics as shooting Christmas ornaments off the tree with new BB guns, while surviving their mothers wrath.

By Harvey A. Wike

Grandchildren are precious to everyone.

No matter what age, they are so much fun.

As they grow older they have their lives, yet.

They are our grandchildren and don’t forget.

Grandchildren know we are their friend,

And realize on us they can depend.

We help them in every way,

To prepare them for their big day.

By Kimberley McGee

LAS VEGAS SUN

It was a story of western pioneers: babies born in wagons, farms wiped out by violent rainstorms, guns, horses, land squabbles and untimely deaths. It was my story, but I didn’t own it.

by Lynn Ruth Miller

December 26, 1999, Jerry Franks got a hole in one. It was an accomplishment he has been working toward since he moved here in 1936, when he was six months old. Franks, 63, was born in San Francisco. As he recalls, his interest in golf did not begin in the city. It was the atmosphere that surrounds the Pacifica Golf Course that molded his attitude toward the game in his infancy. Franks didn’t actually begin playing golf until fifteen years ago, but his life has always revolved around the Sharp Park course.