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 In Still Remembering , Shari continues her search for memories lost in the shadows of her small hometown.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.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.You will find more stories of the old-one-room school houses and unforgettable people.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.

Shari Edwards, a Native American, was born in Willows, California, and graduated from CSU, Chico with a degree in Education. She wrote a weekly column in The Sacramento Valley Mirror called, Still Remembering?.