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 20, 2013
Best Left to the Imagination
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Have you ever watched a TV show or a news program or a commercial and wondered why nothing is left to the imagination any more? I’m one who believes that many things are best left that way–to the imagination, I mean. And, since I believe it, that’s the way I write. Darcy is good at […]
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 […]
Aug 16, 2013
They Never Saw the Light of Day
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I have dreams of being organized and disciplined in my writing with everything neatly catalogued and filed away under proper headings. But oh, dear me! I’ve got notebooks crammed with copies of poems or stories sold, sample copies of magazines in which said stories or poems appeared, notebooks filled with my writings which editors bought […]
