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 4, 2013
A Cozy Conversation
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Yesterday was one of those “Put it in your pocket to be enjoyed all year” kind of days. Matt, Dawn, Sara, and Nathan and I had lunch seated around my mother’s hundred-year-old table. Then the children went off to play. We adults had a good conversation about things that are important to us, sort of […]
Oct 3, 2013
Walnut Gathering at Etta, 100 Year Ago
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Sometimes I realize with a jolt that those stories Mom told me about her childhood happened a century ago. That seems incredible because they are so real in my mind. I have never fully realized that Mom and Dad grew old and I cannot dwell too long on the fact that they are no longer […]
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 […]
Jul 29, 2013
Much More Than It Appears
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At first glance, it is just a rock, albeit quite an interesting one. It is perhaps six inches high, maybe 22 inches around it. However, you’ve got to understand that I’m pretty terrible with estimating distances, sizes, or what direction I’m traveling. This rock is here in Arkansas in my herb garden but that’s not […]
