My dear cousin Brian sent me copies of articles he had found which first appeared in a Tahlequah newspaper in 1913. What treasures! News from county communities included quite a few items from Etta. At that time, my mother was seven years old. It was a glimpse into life a hundred years ago. A […]
May 14, 2018
Once Upon a Time, a Few Years ago.
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As I looked back this morning at past posts, I found this one I wrote a number of years ago. My grandchildren were a lot smaller then. I was working on the first Ned McNeil moonlight mystery. Today, I’m working on the third book in that series. So, because it gave me a warm feeling, […]
Mar 3, 2018
Beautiful, Lowly Mud Puddles
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Okay, let’s face it–a mud puddle is about the lowest thing in life. But, it has an undeserved reputation because I’ve never seen a puddle on the ground that was muddy–at least, until someone stepped in it. Puddles that remain after a rain can’t help that they happen to be in a low spot and […]
Feb 23, 2018
Making Memories for Tomorrow
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It was shocking to me when Dr. Billy Graham passed away this week. Of course, I knew that he wasn’t well and he was getting up in years and would one day die, but it’s still a shock because he and his crusades had been a fixture in American life since before I was born. […]
Feb 17, 2018
Warm Memories of Coffee and the People Who Brewed It
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The first thing I do when I get up each morning is make a pot of coffee. Many times, I wish someone else had made it for me and all I had to do was go pour a cup instead of waiting for it to brew. I could make it the night before and pre-program […]
Jan 3, 2018
Memories–In the Past or Always With Us?
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The morning sky is a quiet, pale blue/gray with rosy tints around the horizon. It is deceptively beautiful because it is deadly cold. I remember other January days when I was a child and the sense of excitement and adventure a new year brought. I remember bacon sizzling in the skillet, breakfast with Mom, Dad, […]
