Part II of the Peggs Tornado

This is the second and final installment of my May 5, 1985 Daily Press article about the tornado which destroyed Peggs, Oklahoma on May 2, 1920. In 1920, Walter Neel lived with his parents, brothers and sisters on the Gid Morgan farm, two and a fourth miles southeast of Peggs. The storm went a mile […]

And Then There Were Three

And Then There Were Three

Three was definitely not a crowd yesterday but we were in good company. Jane, Peg, and I sat around the hundred -year old table, munching chocolate chip cookies and swigging Folgers coffee. And, we talked. Critiqued? Yes. Visited? Yes, a lot! Peg shared with us two captivating cozy mysteries she recently read– Wedding Cake Crumbles […]

Trash Bag Inspiration

As I re-read this post from last year, I thought about this picture torn from a magazine that is still on my refrigerator. She has been there a long time and she never ceases to inspire me–trash bag inspiration! This picture is on the wall of my refrigerator. It is an inspiration. I mean, just […]

Get On Top of That Ugly Old Rock

Get On Top of That Ugly Old Rock

Don’t stumble over that ugly old rock of criticism and pessimism. Don’t ignore it and try to go around it. Climb on top of it and make it not a stumbling block, but a stepping stone. Glean anything valuable from it and disregard the rest. Don’t you dare let it dampen your day in any […]

Memories–In the Past or Always With Us?

Memories–In the Past or Always With Us?

The morning sky is a quiet, pale blue/gray with rosy tints around the horizon. It is deceptively beautiful because it is deadly cold. I remember other January days when I was a child and the sense of excitement and adventure a new year brought. I remember bacon sizzling in the skillet, breakfast with Mom, Dad, […]

Is That the Smoke of Long Ago Campfires?

Is That the Smoke of Long Ago Campfires?

This may be Indian Summer. It usually happens in November around here. The mornings start chilly, but they warm up. And, the sky is blue and the leaves are brown. Another word is Gossamer days or Goose Summer. The days when olden people picked geese to make feather beds and pillows for winter. Small, loose […]