Pretty Well Blessed

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 […]

Her Dreams

Her name was Lydia and I can imagine family and friends called her “Lyddie.” She was my grandmother’s grandmother. Born in 1823, she was a widow who lived by herself on her farm in Georgia. Recently, I read copies of letters she wrote to her daughter,  Tep, and to her granddaughter,  Edna. One letter is dated 1890. Dear […]

Remembering

  Americans have fought in many wars since the Revolution and freedom has exacted a high price. Many  lives have been given, much blood shed, many hearts broken down through the years. To me, the most incomprehensible and divisive of all the wars was the Civil War. I am not convinced that it was inevitable. It tore […]

Times Like These

In uncertain times, we need an anchor, something unchangeable that we can cling to. It helps to have reminders that people have gone through hard times before now, and survived. My granddaughter and I are interested in genealogy. She has traced one line of our ancestry back to the 1400s. Now, that’s a long time […]

Remembering Summer

Those summer memories of childhood! I remember running barefoot through tickly grass, walking through dusty places and feeling warm dust puff up between my toes, dancing quickly over rocks that were too hot for lingering.  Summer was hot, but I didn’t mind. It was the way summer was supposed to be. Of course, if we had […]

Mother’s Day

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 […]