As I get older, I think about “the good old days” and the way things used to be. In the second Etta book, Remembering Etta Bend, I included remembrances of two of Ma and Pappy Latty’s children, Georgia Latty Cochran and my mother, Susie Latty Day. As I’m sure they would agree, they were pretty well […]
May 23, 2025
Was It Long Ago?
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It was a different time. My teenage years were almost unbelievably different when compared to the lives of today’s teens. Were those days better? Do I see them through the rose-tinted glasses of nostalgia? Those days, so long ago, were far from perfect; however, there was an innocence and a wide-eyed wonder. We wore bobby […]
May 11, 2025
Mother’s Day
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On Mother’s Day, Mom always wore a corsage of white roses to church. Used to be that was the custom–if your mother was no longer with you, you wore white flowers; if she was still here, you wore red flowers. That tradition has probably flown, like so many. I was singularly blessed to have Susie […]
May 10, 2025
A Special Blessing
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The Lord bless thy bones that they creak not neither pop loudly when thou sittest down and when thou risest up. The Lord bless thine eyesight so that it can see the intricate workings of thy grandchildren’s technology. The Lord bless thy mind so that it understandeth the intricate workings of thy grandchildren’s technology. […]
Apr 20, 2025
The Tree with Special Blossoms
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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 8, 2025
A Frog, a Toad, and Friends
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A frog and a toad have inspired generations of children and adults. Although they existed only on the pages of books by Arnold Lobel, these small amphibians taught real life lessons. Frog and Toad were friends and never a day went by that one didn’t go visit the other and, over a piece of cake […]
