A Springtime Horror

A Springtime Horror

Each year I re-print the story of the Peggs tornado that I wrote for The Tahlequah Daily Press in 1985. This story is important because it is a part of our history. It is a sad story, but it is also full of human compassion and courage. We should not forget the many whose lives […]

Maybe Not

Maybe Not

Maybe I’ll find millions of dollars. Maybe the light will dawn in people’s lives and we’ll all get along with each other. Maybe the news coming from the television will be only good. And then, again…maybe not. This is the month of May and if you see a strange-looking but busy little insect this month, […]

And So It Goes

And So It Goes

The last day of April has come around and tomorrow, we start a brand new month of this eventful spring. Will spring finally settle in and feel comfortable in May? Let’s hope she stays in a good mood and there’s nothing in store like the Peggs tornado of 1920. Each year, I re-print the account […]

Under the Quilting Frame

Under the Quilting Frame

Under the quilting frame, hidden away, Hemmed in by big ladies’ feet, The fireplace crackling and blazing near-by With welcome and comfortable heat, Big ears had I, in my snug little cave With biscuits and bacon to munch, With the quilt for my ceiling, I listened real hard To this busy and talkative bunch. What […]

Birthdays and Things

Birthdays and Things

Another birthday has come and gone, and I’m reminded of what a wonderful family I have and what great friends. Thanks to one and all.  It’s hard to believe just how many birthdays  I’m talking about, so we’ll lightly skip over them.  Changes! There’ve been an unbelievable number of changes through the years. Things which […]

Just Wondering Why…

Just Wondering Why…

Just Wondering Why… … if I believe the Bible, sometimes I don’t act as if I do? … I get a sinking sensation when the plumber’s first words are, “Oh, wow!” …. the full-length store mirror distorts my reflection into a pudgy, frumpy person I don’t even know. …I remember things I’d like to forget […]