Chapter 8 Miss Georgia was so relieved that she sat right flat down on the floor, tears oozing out of her eyes. “Thank the Lord,” she breathed. “Georgia! Georgia, look at this,” Abigail cried. “It’s a room or something, but it’s all dark.” Georgia took a deep breath. Holding onto the side […]
Dec 19, 2020
Elmira the Lost
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Chapter 6 Miss Georgia’s sat up. She bounded from bed and looked wildly around her. She had been dreaming about someone knocking on her door back home. Abigail pounded on the door. “Georgia! Are you all right?” Memory of where she was came back. Grabbing her robe, she stepped into her slippers. […]
Dec 15, 2020
An Absurd Claim
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Chapter 2 Opening the door a crack and shining her flashlight through, Miss Georgia saw the frightened face of Abigail Parks. “What under the sun?” said Miss Georgia, opening the door wide. “Come in, Abby. What’s wrong? Has something happened?” Abigail rushed inside and flung her arms around Miss Georgia. “Oh, Georgia, I […]
Dec 10, 2020
Shadow, Chapter 5
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Another catch-up chapter today and tomorrow, then Monday, a brand-new Miss Georgia Lee story. Looking back on that night later, Miss Georgia was never quite sure how she and Jase Marshall made it through. She remembered spreading a sheet on the sofa and coaxing and lifting and supporting the wounded man until he plopped down […]
Nov 27, 2020
The Hundred Year Old Barn
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The Hundred Year Old Barn A Fable By Blanche Day Manos The hundred year-old barn was home to a cow, a rooster, some hens, and a mule who pulled a plow. The days they spent in working; each one did his best, and when the sun sank from the sky, the animals needed rest. But, […]
Mar 23, 2020
Gathered Around the Hearthfire — II
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My guest blogger this morning is my niece Missy Albrecht. The stories are some my brother Tracy Day told her. They are family stories, handed down from generation to generation. Storytelling is the oldest form of entertainment and also of oral history, often told as families gathered around the hearthfire after a day’s work. […]
