By Brad Hicks I recall the brightness of it and the love. Grandma Rodgers would occasionally take me to church with her on Sunday mornings when I was a young boy. She went to West Richmond Friends Meeting, a Quaker church in Richmond, Indiana, on the corner of 7th and Main. One Sunday (I might’veContinue reading “Love & brightness: Grandma Rodgers, family sins and secrets, and Easter 1975”
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