Grandfather Won One Hundred Dollars for Naming a Blue Can

laid out the cold winter of 1937.

I turned the pages until I reached July, the month of the naming contest, and my eyes stopped on a name written in dark blue ink.

“Clara, look at this,” I said. “He wrote about a woman named Mary.”

“Who is Mary?” Clara asked, her foot tapping faster against the floor. “We don’t know a Mary. There are no Marys in this continue reading …