Family History

Who the Heck is Tom?

I am surprised I don’t get asked this question more often.  Come to think of it, nobody has ever asked me that question! They usually just walk in the door and call me Tom  I know it’s a mouthful,...

The Holy Grail of Pleating

As the story goes, in 1945-ish when my father was approximately seven years old, it was his responsibility to burn wood until it was amber like coal. This was used to keep the iron hot.  Since plea...

My Uncle Jack

I have a surprise for you. My grandfather Tom was never a pleater! As a matter of fact, the Tom Son’s factory started as a textile mill. He worked in the factory with his three sons: Leon, Anthony,...