Peter Shelton

Changing times in the birthing room

Posted in Confessions of a Grandpa, Watch columns by pshelton on October 22, 2010

Cecily called the afternoon of Oct. 8 from Elk Meadows, said things were happening, things were different in her body. What she had thought might be contractions were now definitely contractions, and could we meet them at the Sinclair station and take the dog? (more…)

Say Goodnight, Gracie

Posted in How the West was Lost, Watch columns by pshelton on November 4, 2009

In mid-summer I got a call from a friend of Grace Herndon’s inviting Ellen and me to Grace’s 85th birthday party up at Miramonte Reservoir. I told her I was sorry, we were going to be away, and she said maybe in that case I ought to give Gracie a call soon, because they were thinking she was pretty frail and might not last much longer.

Turned out she refused to die for another three months. (more…)