It’s funny what smells can do. On this wet, quiet spring morning, I caught a brief scent of woodsmoke–perhaps a leftover from a neighbor’s fireplace–and in an instant, I was whisked a good many miles and a number of years back. Once again, I was a child on our farm. It was springtime and hope […]
Apr 14, 2024
Springs of Water
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My mother was born in 1906. She had many memories of Cherokee County, the way it was when she was a child. One of the things she remembered was the abundance of fresh, clean water. These are her words, her story as she told it to me. P. S. This is my own opinion here–I […]
Mar 30, 2024
The Easter Egg Tree
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The following story is an excerpt from The Heritage of Etta Bend, a story my mother told me about her childhood in northeast Oklahoma. The “I” is my mother, Susie Latty Day. Mom told me this story and I wrote it to be included in The Heritage of Etta Bend in 1989. It was spring, […]
Feb 25, 2024
Of Poe and Poetry
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Sometimes, I think of them–those teachers who tried to instill a love of learning in the heads of high school students several decades ago. I remember many of them; in particular, the English teachers. Two teachers come to mind. Mrs. Duncan taught English to the third year students at Central High. She was a no-nonsense, […]
