This is the final part of my sister Helen’s thoughts about our grandparents, Levi and Edna Latty, and life on the farm at Etta Bend. “When I hear anything about Nixon’s ‘Watergate’, I get a flashback to Pappy’s ‘watergap’ and I giggle. Anyway, the watergap of my childhood was a fence of vertical boards hung […]
Jun 3, 2013
Cream, Cousins, and Watercress
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In the back of my second Etta book, Remembering Etta Bend, I included a section of personal remembrances of life at Etta. These were written by Ma and Pappy Latty’s two surviving children in 1992, Susie Latty Day and Georgia Latty Cochran as well as most of their grandchildren. The following is a remembrance of my sister, […]
Jun 2, 2013
Sunshine, faith and hope
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Friday the weather delivered a major wallop to already hurting Oklahoma. It seemed unreal that yet another deadly twister bore down on the Sooner State; but that is what happened. Not just one funnel, but many dropped from those angry clouds. Once again, tornadoes dealt death and destruction to the people of my home state. […]
May 31, 2013
It Was a Dark and Stormy Night
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The phone jangled me out of sleep last night and an automated voice warned me to take shelter because the weather center had issued a tornado warning for my area. I stumbled out of bed, called Dawn and learned that she and Matt had gotten the same warning and were monitoring the situation. So my […]
May 30, 2013
Rainy Day Ramble
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Rain! I woke to the sound of it, pouring off the eaves. Lightning flashed, thunder rolled across the heavens and I decided, as my dad used to say, it was “gettin’ up time”. So here I am, up before the birds. Are the other people on my street still sleeping? Probably so. And what about […]
May 29, 2013
Miniature Mysteries
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God’s Small World God made a tiny, shiny world In blades of grass and flowers, Where crickets creep and spiders spin And dewdrops fall in showers. And in this small, this crawly world Are secrets and surprises. The caterpillars creeping here Wear summertime disguises. No one but God could think of it; I don’t know […]
