Grampa Stan Stark's Thoughts

Lynn and Ruth, 1944 Lynnfield Moody 's wife was Ruth. He married her in 1938, so when World War II started he was already ma...

My uncle Lynnfield Moody was a World War II veteran, but he never left the United States. He and his second wife Ruth lived a long and happy...

           Grandma and Grampa Moody left Maine and rode the railroad to San Francisco.             The City of San Francisco had placed a...

       Before I got the job with the Examiner, when I was as young as ten   years old, around 1951, I would often go with my father to ...

      T he Fluhrer’s Big Loaf Bakery on Fourth and A streets in Eureka,  California put me (Stanley Stark) through college and helped ...

THE SHOT HEARD AROUND THE WORLD   Written to my descendants:  Where were our direct ancestors when the single shot was fired that ignit...

I wrote this on the date below after jogging with our dog Bear. He walked up to the house one day in 1990 and just stayed.   December ...

   We got to Missionary Village on Ranch 66 on the first of May 2014. We were happy about our home. It is a two bedroom mobile home about th...

We have been gone on a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and since we returned we have been repairing, renovati...

A recent idea in economic theory is the rise of Thomas Piketty and income inequality as explained in his best selling book, Capital in the T...

Here is an amazing article by Keith Schaefer about Global Warming which I received in an email. This is used with permission and the origina...

Trying to figure out who is who in a photo sometimes takes years. Here is another photograph I finally, just a few weeks ago (2014), dec...

   I just had an unsettling episode. I somehow navigated on the internet to the Onion, a satire magazine on the web that prints nothing tru...

     The recent conclusion of a study by the Save the Redwoods League has the global warming disaster community wondering how to make warmi...

   In February my wife's mother, Elizabeth, who had lived with us for the last year and a half, died at almost 96, so I have been thinki...