My thoughts, this morning, are a mixture of this and that, here and there, all over the place. The first thing, as I look out my window, is the weather. The wind is brisk, the sky is dark, and I’m wondering if we’ll get some much-needed rain. Remember that song, “April Showers?” Well, we could […]
Apr 12, 2026
Happy Birthday, Mama
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Today would have been my mother, Susie Latty Day’s, birthday and if she were here, I’d bake her favorite dessert–lemon pie. She loved lilacs. In fact, when she was sixteen, her dear Aunt Ettie, Tettle, she called her, gave her a huge bouquet of lilacs. Mom kept that bouquet even after the blossoms fell off. […]
Apr 11, 2026
An Old Friend
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My old friend is a well-seasoned traveler and, although he carries his age well, he is no spring chicken! You see, I know all about his humble beginnings. He didn’t always look so spiffy; in fact, not to be unkind, but I thought at first he looked rather drab. Not bragging, but after I […]
Apr 9, 2026
A Memorable Day
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Dignity in defeat and graciousness in victory. I’ve often wished, if I could go back in time, that I might have been present that day, April 9, 1865, in the parlor of Wilmer McLean of Appomattox Court House, Virginia. I would have liked to see General Robert E. Lee, tall, erect, and dignified, dressed in […]
Apr 5, 2026
The Easter Egg Tree
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The following story is an excerpt from The Heritage of Etta Bend, a story my mother told me about her childhood in northeast Oklahoma. The “I” is my mother, Susie Latty Day. Mom told me this story and I wrote it to be included in The Heritage of Etta Bend in 1989. It was spring, […]
Apr 3, 2026
Good Friday
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Sin held sway and horror gripped the earth on the Friday Jesus died. Darkness covered everything and everyone. Not the darkness of a spring thunderstorm but a thick, suffocating darkness. Candles must have been lit in homes as people groped about as if they were blind. The earth shook and perhaps groaned as the veil […]
