In October, around suppertime, the sun, as it nears the western horizon, casts a golden glow over leaves and grass. As the day comes to a close, my thoughts turn backward a few decades to a small farm in eastern Oklahoma. I remember a mother and father, a girl and her brother, who lived there. And, the cows, horse, […]
Jun 5, 2013
Take a Trip in Time
I found it in the shed of my parents’ home in Tahlequah. It was a strange-looking object; metal and heavy, sort of resembling an axe without the handle. “What is it?” I asked Mom. She seemed surprised that I didn’t know. “Why, it’s an adze,” she said. “What’s it for?” “Papa used one for splitting […]
