About Me


When I was in the second grade, my poem about a turkey was published. The poem was in the school newspaper. It was a one room school and there were not more than 20 students, grades 1 to 8. Not many of you will remember the purple copies that were produced on a mimeograph machine, a wonderful invention at the time. I was very proud of such an honor and ever since then I have considered myself a writer, although many of my life’s experiences have interfered.

The four of us: Patty, Mary, Joe and Pete.

Dad and me in Ajo, Arizona

                                                Winifred Ada Reagan & John Joseph Hernan III