The Ride Was Bumpy, But Fun

The Ride Was Bumpy, But Fun

Maybe it’s because a virus has caused so much turmoil everywhere, especially in schools, or maybe it’s because I’m growing older and tend to look back sometimes, but, lately I’ve been thinking about a little one-room school my brother and I attended in northern Oklahoma– wheat, alfalfa, and cattle country. The school’s name was Valley […]

Does It Really Have to End?

Does It Really Have to End?

Does the Story Have to End? The following is by a guest blogger, my sister-in-law Linda Day. This was published a few years ago, but it’s always fresh and new. Haven’t we all felt this way? Reading wasn’t always an enjoyable pastime. Being a tomboy and growing up in a rural area, more interesting adventures […]

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, […]

School of a Hundred Years Ago

School of a Hundred Years Ago

  School is starting in many places. It seems terribly early and terribly hot to begin school, in my opinion. When I was a child, we never started our fall term until after Labor Day. But when my mother was a youngster, school terms were more different still. The following excerpt is from The Heritage of […]

Dust and Delightful Discoveries

This is a re-run of a post I wrote earlier. Believe it or not, I’m still into digging out, throwing away, re-settling, and still finding things I’d forgotten about. Along with the dust, I always make a few delightful discoveries. Housecleaning has its own rewards and one of those is stumbling upon things I had […]

What’s With Those Teachers, Anyhow?

What’s With Those Teachers, Anyhow?

A mug of sizzling hot coffee sits on my desk. In the yard, a robin swoops toward the zinnias, a couple of squirrels play tag in my neighbor’s yard. And my thoughts return to olden, golden days, school days–and the teachers who walked in and out of the classrooms of my life. Those teachers were […]

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