Still Remembering...

It was twenty-six years ago February 7th that I saw him. He sat alone at the end of the bar his long fingers wrapped loosely around his sweating glass. He seemed to be interested in nothing more than its contents...His dark Native American features sparked a curiosity. I noticed him steal a glance as I nervously crossed and uncrossed my legs...</p><p>In <I>Still Remembering...</I> Shari continues her search for memories lost in the shadows of her small hometown.</p><p>Eavesdrop with her as she listens to her parents bedside chats. Follow her to a small river town in 1922 to find a real life Harold Hill.</p><p>Come with her as she searches for the identity of the Unknown Soldier and share her sorrow as she says good-bye to Hattie the blind schoolteacher she read to every Wednesday.</p><p>You will find more stories of the old-one-room school houses and unforgettable people.</p><p>Losing her husband and father colored her stories--changed her life. She shares her pain and the miracles in those difficult days. During her husband's cancer treatments she escaped to the memories of a much-loved trip to Europe. She takes you with her as she dismantles her father's house dispelling its ghosts. But with those losses she finds the hometown she once knew.</p>