Where were you when you finished Old Yeller?

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I was parked in my driveway in Weston, Connecticut. After a visit to my friends on Long Island, I drove listening to this story by Fred Gibson. In my driveway, in my car, alone, I cried and cried and cried.

Do you have a memory to share with Old Yeller?



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Helen McFeely

I'm Helen Mcfeely. When I came to New Mexico, my eyes unexpectedly opened in discovery. I am now in the untamed, wildlands of a brave new world.  On this website, I weave my thoughts about literature, scholarship, Catholic teaching, education, and strange tangents into written expression.