Who’s That Knocking?

Who’s That Knocking?

We all have something we enjoy doing, a hobby or maybe more than one hobby, that we like to do just for fun. For many years, more than I’d like to count, I’ve had a love affair  with gourds. I have garbage cans and sacks full of gourds. Some are big, some are small. Those […]

A Hunt for Wild Onions

Onions were a part of nearly every meal my mother cooked. She told me about going to look for wild onions on the Latty Farm at Etta. At the time, she may have  been ten or twelves years old. The following is by Susie Latty Day. “On a farm, each season brings its celebration of […]

The Latty Farm at Etta

This morning I’m thinking of houses and how homes are much more than houses. I’m thinking of how most people once lived on farms and now most people don’t. A lot of us have postage-stamp size yards, nestled right up against our neighbors’ yards. And some of us even live in layers, stacked on top […]

Etta–A Dear, Familiar Place

This is the final part of my sister Helen’s thoughts about our grandparents, Levi and Edna Latty, and life on the farm at Etta Bend. “When I hear anything about Nixon’s ‘Watergate’, I get a flashback to Pappy’s ‘watergap’ and I giggle. Anyway, the watergap of my childhood was a fence of vertical boards hung […]