This Was ’93

This Was ’93

Yesterday, in going through old papers and books, I found this lovely little calendar. Woman’s Day magazine used to include these pull-out calendars in their January (or was it past December?) editions. I bought the magazine mostly to get the calendar. Guess what’s especially neat? In 1993, the days of the week coincided with the […]

A Whisper in the Wind

A Whisper in the Wind

  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 […]

The Deed Is Done for One More Year

The Deed Is Done for One More Year

The deed is done! Yesterday, I took down the tree and packed it and the ornaments away. All the Santa gourds are off the mantel to be replaced with just…gourds, no particular season. Nemo can return to his usual sunny self because the tree no longer covers one of his napping spots. Wreaths are down, […]

Breakfast with Blanche

Breakfast with Blanche

Apple, cinnamon, raisin baked oatmeal is in the oven. The coffee is hot and strong. Come on over for breakfast! And, although the weatherman denies it, my old weather eye notices the clouds this morning and I think it looks like coming snow. I’m probably wrong, but I’ve seen the sky look like this in […]

How’d I Get Here So Fast?

How’d I Get Here So Fast?

Yesterday, I read about the death of Bobby Vee. I remember his song, “Take Good Care of My Baby.” In fact, it is going through my head word for word, note for note right now. It must be one of those things that marks me as a Senior Citizen but wait! How’d I get here […]

Suppertime on a Small Farm in Eastern Oklahoma

Suppertime on a Small Farm in Eastern Oklahoma

In October, around suppertime, the sun, as it nears the western horizon, casts a golden glow over leaves and grass. As the day comes to a close, my thoughts turn backward a few decades to a small farm in eastern Oklahoma. I remember a mother and father, a girl and her brother, who lived there. And, the cows, horse, […]