Life has many mysteries as puzzling as fictional ones, happenings that have never been explained. These intrigue me. Amelia Earhart’s disappearance is one of those mysteries. I read a news story that may explain what happened to this daring pilot. And then again, it may not. In 1937, she was attempting to fly around the globe with […]
Nov 11, 2017
Eleventh Day, Eleventh Month, Eleventh Hour, Armistice
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It has been a long time since the Armistice was signed in 1918. My mother, Susie Latty Day, was a little girl at the time but she remembered it vividly, always, and what a time of rejoicing it was. This was The Great War, the War to End All Wars, the world would be at […]
Nov 8, 2017
Waltzing into Wednesday
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Waltzing–does anybody waltz any more? Does anyone go out for a dinner eaten by candlelight, accompanied by soft music, and dancing? Or, is that a part of the past, seen only in old black and white movies? From what I’ve seen of today’s dancing, I’d say the waltz is antiquated, a thing of yesterday, or […]
Oct 21, 2017
Plain Poetry from a Plain Country Woman
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by Blanche Day Manos Don’t tell me they are gone, for I can see them still The house, the spring, the burr oak tree, the barn beneath the hill. I smell the sausage sizzling, I hear the rooster crow, The sounds and scents of each new day that woke me long ago. I feel […]
Aug 20, 2017
The Eclipse of 1918
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Back in 1992, I published the second book about my mother’s childhood at Etta Bend, Cherokee County, Oklahoma. Mom told me these stories and I was privileged to write them to be published, first of all, in The Tahlequah Daily Press, and then gathered into a couple of books. Mom was the middle child of […]
Jul 18, 2017
In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening
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Ah! To be cool! And comfortable! What a glorious feeling. Last evening, the house was cool once more. The air conditioner is fixed. Only a wire had jarred loose from the unit and that was easily replaced. I’m rejoicing this morning. It’s like the old saying, You don’t miss the water till the well runs […]
