Letter from the Editor

Those women, and those I remember from my childhood church, tended to be middle-aged or older. And I wonder who will take their place when the time comes.

As an adult, I hate winter. Winter now seems an endless slog of gray skies and rain. Hell, in my mind, isn’t fire and brimstone. Hell will be cold and damp.

Obituaries are a community record that is every bit as important as minutes of public meetings, a trove for historians and genealogists alike.