Helen

Helen

  When the jonquils bloom in the spring, I think of her–my sister Helen. Maybe it’s because of her March birthday, maybe it’s because those first flowers are so welcome after winter and are such a cheerful sight. My sister was a cheerful, upbeat, lovely person. Some people make the world a better place simply by […]

Where We Were

Come with me for a trip into history and delve into a 1921 issue of The Etude, Presser’s Musical Magazine. I’m not sure where I bought this magazine but it’s fascinating because it’s from a much different era of America. Woodrow Wilson was President that year; that is, until March 4 when Warren G. Harding […]

The Author in the Oval Office

The Author in the Oval Office

The first oval office for the first President of the United States was an oval tent at Valley Forge. Here, George Washington planned strategies for the eventual success of the Revolutionary War. He began writing long before this time, one of the first examples being a journal he kept when he was sixteen. Later accounts […]

An Impressive Person

An Impressive Person

Yesterday was the birthday of President Abraham Lincoln and I had Presidents on my mind. We hear of some more than others. Who, I asked myself, was a President that I didn’t hear much about? I came up with the name of  John Tyler. In doing a bit of research, I found a lot of […]

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, Santa brought to me: a creative cozy mystery. On the second day of Christmas, Santa brought to me: Two tidy murders and a creative cozy mystery. On the third day of Christmas, Santa brought to me Three suspects skulking, two tidy murders, and a creative cozy mystery. On the fourth […]

You Have to Use Your Imagination

You Have to Use Your Imagination

Imagination is a wonderful thing. With imagination, you can see things that really aren’t there. With imagination this morning, I can take a trip of about a hundred miles and a hundred years and, there I am at Etta Bend, my mother’s childhood home. I can see the farm as it was a century ago. […]