“Looking Back” by Rose McIlveen March 28, 1987 Monday, August 29, 1898, was not a run-of-the-mill kind of day in Smithville. That was when the locals awoke to discover that in the near future, at least, they would have father to go to to “wet their whistles.” Chirped the Bloomington Courier, “The people of Smithville have a
In December 1971, my husband and I adopted a child. Not just any child, a biracial child. It was specifically what we wanted. He was 8-months old, beautiful and the color of caramel. At that time, I was taking classes at IU, and soon after the adoption I had to register for additional classes.