When I was a child, my parents, younger brother and I lived for a time on a farm far back in the woods. Trees and bushes and thickets surrounded our house and barn. This is the same place that had the long driveway which was a good race track for a black horse and […]
Aug 13, 2018
Summer School at Etta
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Times have changed and so have school terms. Today’s blog is the conclusion of the segment begun yesterday about the summer term at Etta Bend around 1915. This is taken from my book, The Heritage of Etta Bend. Although the picture is of an old-time school, it isn’t Etta. The words and story are my mother’s, […]
Aug 11, 2018
The Golden Light at the End of the Day
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There’s something about the late afternoon, just before the supper hour, when the day is winding down and the light lies golden and still through the windows. There’s a hush, a silence in empty rooms, a quiet acceptance that the day is over and soon the sun will slip beneath the horizon. Memories return […]
Aug 5, 2018
An Owl in the Neighborhood
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Neighborhood Owl “There’s an owl in the neighborhood. I heard him late last night When the wind was wild and restless and the moon was round and white. I hurried to my window but nothing I could see Showed anyone in all the town had wakened–only me. Owls live in the forest where trees are […]
Aug 2, 2018
Daring Deeds and Deadly Discussions
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I would call zip lining over a pack of alligators a pretty daring deed but for Nancy and Rick, it was all a part of a Florida vacation. Much more to my liking would have been the glass-bottom boat ride that Nancy said was really fun. And, of course, true to being a cozy […]
Jul 31, 2018
Through the Morning Mist
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Cooler weather! Ah, how nice. Sure enough, yesterday, we had another really hard rain. I hope that everyone who needs rain is getting it, especially in California. The morning is very still, dark, and, somewhere out back, a dove is calling. He’s pretty insistent. But, a lot of the birds I heard in the […]
