A poem about living and raising four children at 405 W. Kaskaskia Street.
- by Freda Rentz-Macklin
My memories of a wonderful Christmas as a 6 year old in 1945.
- by Joan Macklin-Scott
Canning our food was a necessity during the Great Depression and WWII. These are my memories of learning from my mother.
- by Ernestine Macklin-Ramsey
- by Norma Macklin-Remmert
These are my earliest memories of stories about growing up with my two sisters and brother in a small Kansas town.
This is the family history story of my husband Ray Macklin going back to about 1847.
This is a funny story about my car accident shortly after I got my drivers license.