Darcy, Flora, and Ned Go to Tahlequah

Darcy, Flora, and Ned Go to Tahlequah

  Yesterday, Darcy, Flora, Ned and I went to an author’s fair at the Tahlequah Library. Rain pelted us on the way and the day was dark, but did that dampen our spirits? Of course not! Our hearts were light and sunny and that’s what mattered. The authors were put into the Carnegie Room, which […]

Starting Points

Starting Points

  Sometimes I think back to Etta Bend, to the middle child in a family of three girls and one boy who grew up there, as the starting point for my family, at least for my mother’s branch. Then, of course Dad’s side had another starting point in Mena, Arkansas. From those beginnings came (so far) five, […]

Never Trust a Goat with Yellow Eyes

Never Trust a Goat with Yellow Eyes

  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 […]

Summer School at Etta

Summer School at Etta

  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, […]

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 […]

At the End of the Day

At the End of the Day

  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 […]