A cup of hot caramel drizzle coffee sits on my desk and my dog sits at my feet. The morning is quiet and dark. A few solar lights across the street and in my container garden are exclamation points of brightness, and I am reminded on this first day of November, of how blessed I […]
Aug 28, 2013
Summer School at Etta Bend
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Times have changed and so have school terms. Today’s blog is the conclusion of the segment begun yesterday about the summer term at Etta Bend around 1915. This is taken from my book, The Heritage of Etta Bend. The words and story are my mother’s, Susie Latty Day: “Later, we had single desks. The teacher appreciated […]
Aug 27, 2013
Summer School of Long Ago
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School has started in most places. It seems terribly early and terribly hot to begin school, in my opinion. When I was a child, we never started our fall term until after Labor Day. But when my mother was a youngster, school terms were more different still. The following excerpt is from The Heritage of Etta […]
Aug 22, 2013
What Middle Ground?
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Looking back at yesterday’s posting about my dad, I notice I used absolutes a lot: always, never. He was that kind of person. He knew his mind, knew right from wrong and wasn’t into compromise. I did not have to guess about where Dad stood. As I listen and look at the world I live […]
Aug 21, 2013
My Dad
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His hat hangs on a peg in my hallway. It’s not the Stetson he wore on special occasions. This one has sweat marks, and a small spot of oil. It’s the one he wore every day as he mowed lawns, drove to the sale barn, or any time he went out the door. He never […]
Aug 17, 2013
The Postman and His Pennies
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My children look askance when I tell them I can remember when postage stamps were three cents each. But I can also remember when bread was 25 cents a loaf and regular gas was 27 cents a gallon. Ethyl, I believe, was 29 cents. When Lola and Carole and I piled into my Dad’s ’57 Chevrolet […]
