Eugene Marckx

Gene Marckx

Emily’s Gift

Every year Creswell’s Bakery put on a big dinner the day before Christmas for their employees. All the staff, bakers and sales, right down to the cleanup crew came to the plant with their families. And Mrs. Creswell had counted every child. She made sure that special miracles came forth from under the big tree […]


Dogtooth Violet

DOGTOOTH VIOLET by Eugene Marckx I knew Clyde Russell.  It sure was awful how he drowned.  Hauling a load of that eelgrass for his garden in off the tide.  He’d done that every fall for years.  Feet got tangled in a line, and he fell headfirst in the bay.  Reached up to right himself, but […]