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 25, 2013
The World Is Mine
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Do you ever have days when the blues sit on your shoulder and plague every step, days when you think, “Poor me” or “If only”? I suppose those gray days come to all of us. Like a swarm of vicious mosquitoes, when one negative thought attacks, they all come calling . Do you know what I […]
Aug 24, 2013
Lurking in the Shadows
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Dust off that dialogue! Exercise those verbs. Pull up a perplexing plot. And if a needed word doesn’t exist, create it! The path through the woods is broad, well-traveled, well lighted with no twists and turns. You know where the road began and you’ve got a pretty good idea of where it ends. If, however, […]
Aug 23, 2013
Darkness Before the Dawn
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Such a quiet, peaceful morning. The moon casts house and tree shadows along my street. I’ll venture to say that of all the people on this short street, I am the only one awake at this hour. Maybe not. I certainly don’t know if some of my neighbors find sleep elusive for one reason or […]
