The sights and sounds, stories and symbols of Ireland are tucked snugly away into my pocket of memories. Ireland can’t be boxed, put on a shelf, and forgotten. The traveler who has been to Ireland always carries it with her and becomes a part of what she has seen; at least, this traveler does. Remnants and […]
Jan 11, 2014
Shining Moments
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I don’t get much in my mailbox any more–I don’t mean my virtual mailbox, but the actual metal box where the mailman stops almost every day. Oh, lots of advertisements find their way there and bills, and flyers, but very few letters. Times have changed! But yesterday, I got the neatest, fat, colorful envelope from […]
Jun 11, 2013
Remembering Pappy
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My older brothers and sister had many memories of our grandparents Levi and Edna Latty when they and my parents lived on farms at Etta Bend. Pappy had a good sense of humor and the boys were always thinking up ways to play a joke on him. This remembrance is from my brother Thurman Day: […]
May 12, 2013
Mom
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A house is built of logs and stone, Of tiles and posts and piers, A home is built of loving deeds That stand a thousand years. –Victor Hugo Her name was Susie Latty Day but to […]
May 6, 2013
The Warmth of Blessings
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Ember Glow When winter’s winds blow bleak and bare The silhouettes of frozen trees, Deep within my heart I go And warm myself within the glow Of love’s bright embers burning there, Upon the hearth of memories. […]
