There’s an old song that goes something like this, “When the storms of life are raging, stand by me.” Seems to me that Tennessee Ernie Ford sang that song. The words refer to the emotional, spiritual storms that we all encounter but could also be applied to the violent weather that devastates areas of our […]
Nov 9, 2013
Imagination
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The Old Tire Horse The old tire swing that resembles a horse Hangs under the back maple tree. The children no longer climb onto his back And he looks a bit lonely to me. At one time my girl rode into the wind On make-believe trips through the town. She needed a boost to get […]
Nov 8, 2013
Hope for America
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Did you see the Billy Graham special last night on Fox? If you didn’t, the video is still there in Sean Hannity’s time slot. It is worth watching! Billy Graham is ninety-five years old now and seeing him makes me realize how quickly time has passed. I have watched Reverend Graham through the years and […]
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 6, 2013
An Old-Fashioned Flower
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Do you ever experience a brief flashback? I mean, really fleeting, not even a memory but a feeling, a picture, a scent maybe, that is a past moment in time? It is so elusive that it’s gone before you can name it. That’s the way I am about moss rose and Ma Latty’s front porch […]
