Darcy Campbell has a nose for news. Is that what’s constantly getting her into trouble? Flora says she has a curiosity bump directly inherited from Darcy’s Irish father, Andy Tucker. Whatever is the reason, it’s true that our Oklahoma gal has a penchant for finding herself in tight places. She was pretty near disaster in Best […]
Aug 23, 2015
Don’t Give Up the Ship!
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Maybe you remember that last week I had a grape picking party. Well, it was just me and the vines and a lot of memories but I wound up with enough grapes to make jelly. There’s nothing prettier than a shelf with jars of shining jelly arrayed in glistening splendor. Nothing is more delicious than a […]
Aug 21, 2015
One of a Kind
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William McKinley was President when my dad, Robert Bryan Day, was born. People got from place to place by train or horse and wagon or riding horseback or they walked. At least, that was true of the Day family in rural Arkansas. Dad saw many, many changes during his eighty-eight years on this earth, from […]
Aug 20, 2015
Extraordinary!
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“Ordinary days are the best,” Jane said. She was right. Those pleasant, everything- going- smoothly days are wonderful because the ones we love are near and we are not dealing with a crisis. But, looking back at them, they are extraordinary. They are bright and shining, like a glistening dewdrop on morning grass. Yesterday’s cozy critique was a happy celebration […]
Aug 19, 2015
What Is That Strange Sound?
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It took a while to recognize it. Sometime during the night, it must have started. It’s the sound of rain! Drumming on the roof, dancing off the deck, sluicing down the windows, rain! The street is a-glimmer; shimmers of lightning dance across wet pavement. Trees and flowers stand silently, lifting grateful arms to the dark heavens. Thunder prowls […]
Aug 18, 2015
A Harvest of Years
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Yesterday was one of those rare, golden days, a day when I reaped the bounty of years gone by. Dad planted some grape vines a long time ago; I don’t even remember how many years ago. Yesterday, I gathered what he had painstakingly planted. His great-grandchildren will be beneficiaries of those lovely grapes made into jelly. That’s, let […]
