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.
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