Golden Chain

Excerpt from memoir-in-progress, Miss Goody Good Grows Up.

“...I will think pure and beautiful thoughts, say pure and beautiful words, and do pure and beautiful deeds—knowing that on what I do now depends the happiness or unhappiness, not only of my self, but also that of others...”

Every week, my mother took me to Sunday School at the Nakanos’ farm between Morgan Hill and Coyote. Blood Alley, they called that stretch of Hwy. 101. Every so often cars would get hit by fast-moving traffic as they tried to pull on or off the highway from the farm roads that intersected 101 every half-mile.