Thousands of times my dad sang “Old Green River” to us kids, popping the “cork” with his thumb inside his cheek, to our giddy delight.
My dad Walter Price (known as Curly) told me that he first met Kathleen Barrett at a bar in Castlewood during Labor Day weekend, 1942.
Fan charts are fun because they are both legible and mind-boggling, able to carry a ton of information in a compact format. I try to
As a city saturated with European immigrants in scores of Catholic parishes, St. Louis was always a big soccer town. In the 1930s, my dad
Above is a photo of my dad’s first-grade class. What a sad-looking bunch of Irish-American ragamuffins. They were obviously just scolded to keep their hands
Why the English Prices moved to St. Louis in the late 19th century is a mystery. Our Irish ancestors emigrated as part of a phenomenon