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 […]

Wow! Whose Dream Was That?

Wow! Whose Dream Was That?

I dreamed last night that I was singing, My Heart Cries for You. Does anybody remember that beautiful old song? Click on the title to hear Connie Francis sing it. What a voice! Connie’s, I mean, not mine. It was almost like a violin, with a sob in it. Other people sang it too, including […]

A Bodiless Voice in the Maze

A Bodiless Voice in the Maze

  The morning comes gently in, leaves on the trees not moving, the squirrel on the mailbox post quietly munching something, and Nemo cautiously approaching the door, sniffing the scents of last night’s fireworks. He survived another noisy Fourth and I’m sure he is inwardly rejoicing at the serenity of the morning after last night’s […]

Plain Thoughts on Freedom

Plain Thoughts on Freedom

  …from  a plain  American woman. I’m not sophisticated or brilliant or particularly discerning. But I do love this country of my forefathers. It is my country too and I would not want to live anywhere else. My thoughts are meandering here and there; so, I’ll just jot them down in no particular order. Tonight when […]

A Tight Grip on Freedom

A Tight Grip on Freedom

  I hate war. I hate the thought of it: the separation from loved ones, the pain and death and cruelty and barbarism. What is at the heart of war? Why can we not live, each in his own country, peacefully? “War is hell,” said General Sherman. He should know. He certainly inflicted a lot of it on […]

The Fly Who Came to Stay

The Fly Who Came to Stay

  The Fly Who Came to Stay by Blanche Day Manos, who takes full responsibility for this goofy piece In my neck of the woods, everything gets ornery in the summertime. Critters, humans, even bugs are easy riled. There’s nothing like the heat of a white-orange sun blazing down from a copper-colored sky to make […]