Sunday the Levi and Edna Latty clan got together for our yearly reunion. A lot of family and friends came. We had a good time visiting and reminiscing and the children enjoyed playing. It was a hot day and we were grateful for a building with air conditioning. In the early 1900s on the farm […]
Jun 15, 2013
The Latty Farm at Etta
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This morning I’m thinking of houses and how homes are much more than houses. I’m thinking of how most people once lived on farms and now most people don’t. A lot of us have postage-stamp size yards, nestled right up against our neighbors’ yards. And some of us even live in layers, stacked on top […]
Jun 14, 2013
The Peace of a New Day
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The whistle of the train is part of this early morning before the sun comes up. It is a reassuring sound, a confirmation that schedules are kept and business is going on as planned. Early bird robins sing praises to springtime and a mourning dove joins in. Night is giving way to the dawn and […]
Jun 13, 2013
Hollyhock Girl
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How many of you ladies remember making hollyhock dolls? One wilted bloom for the head, a full blossom for the dress and there was a flowery girl, all dressed up for a party. Hollyhocks are old-timey flowers. Mom had lots of hollyhocks by her garden gate when I was a child. I believe that Ma […]
Jun 12, 2013
Weaving Words Together
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Today some friends will come over to visit, munch on cookies, drink tea and coffee and listen thoughtfully to words woven together to create what we hope is a pleasing pattern. Jane writes fiction for children and also poetry. Nancy writes inspirational stories based on experience, and I am the one of the mysterious mind. […]
Jun 11, 2013
Remembering Pappy
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My older brothers and sister had many memories of our grandparents Levi and Edna Latty when they and my parents lived on farms at Etta Bend. Pappy had a good sense of humor and the boys were always thinking up ways to play a joke on him. This remembrance is from my brother Thurman Day: […]
