A Lesson Taught By the Sewing Machine

A Lesson Taught By the Sewing Machine

It is a very old sewing machine and not a whole one, at that. Years ago, my mother removed the head and made a place for my typewriter to rest. Many years later, the typewriter was replaced by my laptop computer and now, it’s a display table for my grandchildren’s pictures. Mom bought it for […]

A Celebration of a Life Well Lived

A Celebration of a Life Well Lived

I think of my dad every day but on this day, there is a particular vacancy, because Dad isn’t here and I can’t hear him sing those old songs, see him dance a jig, or bake him his favorite pie. But, I can remember. And I do. I’ve written about him a lot, both here and […]

Never Trust a Goat with Yellow Eyes

Never Trust a Goat with Yellow Eyes

  When I was a child, my parents, younger brother and I lived for a time on a farm far back in the woods. Trees and bushes and thickets surrounded our house and barn. This is the same place that had the long driveway which was a good race track for a black horse and […]

Summer School at Etta

Summer School at Etta

  Times have changed and so have school terms. Today’s blog is the conclusion of the segment begun yesterday about the summer term at Etta Bend around 1915. This is taken from my book, The Heritage of Etta Bend. Although the picture is of an old-time school, it isn’t Etta. The words and story are my mother’s, […]

A Whisper in the Wind

A Whisper in the Wind

  My dear cousin Brian sent me copies of articles he had found which first appeared in a Tahlequah newspaper in 1913. What treasures! News from county communities included quite a few items from Etta. At that time, my mother was seven years old. It was a glimpse into life a hundred years ago. A […]

The Beauty of Brothers

The Beauty of Brothers

  Today is the birthday of my oldest brother, Tracy. We laugh and call him the Emperor, the boss of the clan. It is also the birthday of my oldest nephew, Clint. In honor of this, I re-post an article I wrote a couple of years ago. My brothers and I often reminisce. Sadly, we don’t […]