Nettie wanted nothing more than to spend Christmas with her uncle, Javin Granger, her last living relative. It had been forty years since she and her family left her hometown of Ednalee, Oklahoma; now, she was back, hiding from an experience in Atlanta and needing the peace and quiet of the old Victorian house her […]
Dec 13, 2018
The Many Merits of the Catalpa
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One night in Oklahoma, several years ago, maybe twenty? a strong wind came through. Oklahoma’s strong winds are not to be trifled with and this one was no exception. It wasn’t a twisting, swirling wind of a tornado, but a straight, hard one. It had to be strong because it blew over a huge catalpa […]
Dec 12, 2018
The Mysterious Life of Edgar Allen Squirrel
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My friend Edgar Allen Squirrel dropped by yesterday. He’s a very quiet sort of individual, keeps to himself. He comes without fanfare, stays a while, then leaves as mysteriously as he arrives. I wasn’t aware of his presence until, while washing dishes, I glanced out of my kitchen window. There he was, in a patch […]
Dec 10, 2018
The Tree That Shines With Memories
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The Christmas Memories Tree is shining in the dark living room. It is lighted by memories of other Christmases and many different people, all dear to me. These ornaments span almost fifty years–well, more than that, counting the blue cloth Christmas tree, cut from a remnant of my grandmother’s quilt and padded by cotton grown […]
Dec 9, 2018
The Visitor Who Did Not Come
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A weather forecast promising four inches of snow, then two inches, then a dusting, then, maybe, nothing at all is singularly deflating. Yesterday was cold enough for snow, but it didn’t show up. What did show up was cold and a lot of nothing falling from the skies–not even oobleck, Dr. Seuss. In glancing back […]
Dec 8, 2018
Waiting for Old Man Winter
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Here I sit–waiting. And looking out of my window on the world. Everything is about the same color–gray. It isn’t, really, I guess–the leaves are brown, neighbor’s house is red brick and his car is black but, if you’ll forgive my saying so, everything looks blah and gray. Is the weatherman right or will he […]
