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 […]
May 25, 2025
Remembering
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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 […]
May 24, 2025
Rainy Day Nostalgia
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This long weekend is off to a wet start. Rain puts me in a nostalgic mood and I think of what a rainy morning may have been like on the Latty farm when my mother was a young girl. My grandfather always went to the barn to milk while the morning was still as dark […]
May 23, 2025
Was It Long Ago?
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It was a different time. My teenage years were almost unbelievably different when compared to the lives of today’s teens. Were those days better? Do I see them through the rose-tinted glasses of nostalgia? Those days, so long ago, were far from perfect; however, there was an innocence and a wide-eyed wonder. We wore bobby […]
May 22, 2025
The Perils of Pete and Pat
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Are you feeling a-wash this morning? All at sea? Here’s a repeat of someone you might sympathize with. The Perils of Pete and Pat Pete the peg-legged pirate lived on the sea. He had a wooden leg beginning just below his knee. A bright and mouthy parrot sat upon his shoulder Who was at least […]
May 20, 2025
Wicked Weather
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I’ve never seen such a wicked hailstorm as there was Sunday night. It wasn’t just a gentle rattle or two, but hunks of ice that mingled with a carpet of leaves blown off trees until leaves and hail covered the ground and the street. Sara, Nemo, and I spent part of the night in the […]
