This post was from a few years back. I thought you might enjoy pictures of the flowers. The trumpet vine isn’t quite as lush as it was then and my hollyhocks have left me. We had a nice rain yesterday–in fact, it was raining as I left church but we didn’t mind. I heard comments […]
Jun 26, 2018
At the End of the Day
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It had been a busy day, a lot of miles traveled. It had been a happy day with family. Then, it was the end of the day and night came slipping in to tuck the memories away. I dozed off on the sofa. Something woke me–a tapping, the soft rumble of thunder. Rain! Rain […]
Jun 23, 2018
The Dying Wish of a Murdered Man
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Oklahoma and Arkansas have interesting, sometimes violent or tragic histories. As my niece, two brothers, sister-in-law and I explored parts of the two states, we found fascinating clues to the past. I don’t know how some folk find history dull or dusty and not relevant. It is part of where we are today and how […]
Jun 22, 2018
The Fly Who Came to Stay
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The Fly Who Came to Stay by Blanche Day Manos, who takes full responsibility for this goofy piece In my neck of the woods, everything gets ornery in the summertime. Critters, humans, even bugs are easy riled. There’s nothing like the heat of a white-orange sun blazing down from a copper-colored sky to make […]
Jun 21, 2018
First Day of Summer, a Cup of Coffee, and You
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My northern family is becoming immersed in Arkansas culture. We’ve been to three museums, to historic places, to fun places, and we have been On-the-Go. Yesterday was no exception. I am amazed at the ingenuity, courage, talent, and optimism of our ancestors and all the people who have gone before us. They have given […]
Jun 17, 2018
My Dad, My Rock
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His character was as solid as the Rock of Gibraltar. He was stubborn and he could be stern. He didn’t talk an awfully lot but he had a keen sense of humor and liked a good joke. And whatever he said, I knew was the truth. The whole world might be wrong, but not my […]
