Yesterday, storm clouds gathered. Thunder rumbled; a storm was coming! An authentic summer storm. It would surely be a good one–after all, the clouds looked pretty mean. And then, it got here–only a few sprinkles, just enough to settle the dust. Disappointing! But today–ah, today! Rain chances are greater. Hope springs eternal, doesn’t it? Authentic, […]
Jul 16, 2018
A Whisper in the Wind
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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 […]
Jul 13, 2018
Wow! Whose Dream Was That?
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I dreamed last night that I was singing, My Heart Cries for You. Does anybody remember that beautiful old song? Click on the title to hear Connie Francis sing it. What a voice! Connie’s, I mean, not mine. It was almost like a violin, with a sob in it. Other people sang it too, including […]
Jul 6, 2018
The Mysterious Actions of Nemo
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A dove saunters through the grass, picking here, pecking there, finding tiny particles of interest. A brown thrasher flies down, all business, finds something, pecks, flies off with it. The birds are busy but much quieter now. They all have babies to feed and are about the serious task of building families. I […]
Jul 5, 2018
A Bodiless Voice in the Maze
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The morning comes gently in, leaves on the trees not moving, the squirrel on the mailbox post quietly munching something, and Nemo cautiously approaching the door, sniffing the scents of last night’s fireworks. He survived another noisy Fourth and I’m sure he is inwardly rejoicing at the serenity of the morning after last night’s […]
Jul 4, 2018
Plain Thoughts on Freedom
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…from a plain American woman. I’m not sophisticated or brilliant or particularly discerning. But I do love this country of my forefathers. It is my country too and I would not want to live anywhere else. My thoughts are meandering here and there; so, I’ll just jot them down in no particular order. Tonight when […]
