An old lean-to shed is attached to the back of my house. It was there when my husband and I moved into this house. It looked decrepit then and it looks even more decrepit now. It is an eyesore. However, it is on the back of the house, not seen by many, and it has been a handy place […]
Feb 13, 2016
Putting the Past Into Perspective
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Yesterday was perfect for a trip to Tahlequah. It was one of those winter days when the sun promised more than the icy wind allowed. But when the day is cold, conversations with family and friends warm it nicely. The Japonica bush at my parents’ house is beginning to bloom. It is in a sheltered corner of […]
Oct 18, 2014
A Drift of Ireland’s Mist
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Since my return from Ireland, I seem to be in two places: one, the here and now with the excitement of books about to be published, the other, a mystical island in the Atlantic, where ancient towers still keep watch on the surrounding countryside. I close my eyes and see swans floating on the River […]
Oct 14, 2014
Remnants and Reminders
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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: […]
