Always, the wind was blowing from the west. Always, this excited me and I would then recite by heart a poem Grandpa had taught me: “When the wind is from the north, / The wise fisherman does not ...

Perhaps this interest, too, helped to inspire the mountaineering theme of Climbing my Grandfather. Waterhouse wrote verse which explored relationships between parent and child. This poem about a ...

One year ago today, Feb. 28, my father died at age 97. In his honor, from my archives in 2019, here is a column he greatly enjoyed about his own dad. The ending paragraph has been updated.