My Grandfather’s  Barn

My Grandfather’s Barn

My Grandfather’s Barn   My grandfather’s barn leans to the south, The weathered old logs are gray. The tin roof is rusted and dented and busted; The wind blew the doors away. But once that barn, filled with freshly-mown hay, Was a dark, sweet-smelling retreat. The straw in the loft was wonderfully soft, A hideaway, […]

My Grandfather’s Barn

“He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?” (Micah 6:8) That verse reminds me of my grandpa, Levi Latty. I can picture him going to his barn to milk, morning and evening, […]

The Latty Farm at Etta

This morning I’m thinking of houses and how homes are much more than houses. I’m thinking of how most people once lived on farms and now most people don’t. A lot of us have postage-stamp size yards, nestled right up against our neighbors’ yards. And some of us even live in layers, stacked on top […]

Etta–A Dear, Familiar Place

This is the final part of my sister Helen’s thoughts about our grandparents, Levi and Edna Latty, and life on the farm at Etta Bend. “When I hear anything about Nixon’s ‘Watergate’, I get a flashback to Pappy’s ‘watergap’ and I giggle. Anyway, the watergap of my childhood was a fence of vertical boards hung […]