A small, dark cloud drew closer last night. Did I dare hope it’d gather forces? It did, bringing along with it, thunder, lightning, wind, and, most of all rain! Finally. After a long dry spell the Lord sent us rain. I don’t think there are many things more wonderful than the sound of rain […]
Aug 19, 2025
Dog Days
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July 3 through August 11 (approximately) are the “dog days of summer.” But, why are these hottest, most humid days, related to our canine friends? Perhaps, it’s because of the rising of Sirius, the Dog Star. At least, this is what some of the ancients believed. These sticky days of summer affected them too. This […]
Aug 17, 2025
Background Noise
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A year or so ago, we were being warned that the cicadas, that summertime insect, would be much louder than usual. They weren’t. At least, around here they weren’t. But this summer–wow! Their grating song can’t be missed. Funny thing is, I don’t mind it. It’s a summer noise I’ve heard all my life. When […]
Aug 16, 2025
Lost and Found
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My husband and I bought a 1967 Mustang brand-new, straight off the showroom floor. It was beautiful– small, shiny brown with a leather-look brown interior and it was a V-8. That’s something rare, nowadays. We sold it and I regret that–wish I had it now. However, the other night, I found it! At least, I […]
Aug 15, 2025
A Tall Tale
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It Happened One Summer by Blanche Day Manos 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 varmints out of the most lowly of pesky, everyday things, particularly […]
Aug 13, 2025
You’ve Got Mail
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In the early 1900s, the people of the Etta community seldom received mail. The nearest post office was in Tahlequah, more than 15 miles away by horse or wagon over rough country roads. A traveler to Tahlequah must ford the Illinois River twice and Barron Fork Creek once. No bridges arched these streams and some […]
