Many things have changed this year, sadly so. One of the casualties of this disgusting virus is the annual Victorian Fair at the Thompson House in Tahlequah. I’m sure the house is still decorated, at least, on the outside, but the fair that has been a staple each December will not be held this year. […]
Nov 16, 2020
Turn Over That Rock
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It just looks like a plain, ordinary rock. But, wait! Turn it over and you may find it was the front door to about a million tiny, scurrying ants and their underground kingdom. A book just looks like a book, sitting on the shelf with others of its kind. Open it and see: instantly, you […]
Nov 12, 2020
A Murderer Among the Mourners
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I had no invitation to Miss Evangeline’s funeral. That wasn’t the way things were done in small-town Ednalee. Her death notice and a short obituary were in the local paper, giving the date and time for her burial. That was enough for anyone who was interested. It was such a murky day and, according […]
Nov 2, 2020
November Wind
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Ned McNeil usually didn’t mind living alone in the Victorian house she had inherited from her uncle. Alone, that is, except for a small gray cat called Penny. But, there was no denying that the old home place in which she lived, the place called Granger Mansion, held some secrets of its own. After all, […]
Oct 26, 2020
Answers
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Birds sang in the thickets and a soft breeze brought the mysterious, elusive fragrance of the river. The sun felt warm on my shoulders. This lovely day stood out in sharp contrast to the day two weeks earlier when Mom and I started out in a thunderstorm to Fayetteville and wound up running for our […]
Oct 22, 2020
Clocks, Staircases, and Curious Letters
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As a youngster, I learned many things from Nancy Drew that were not written on the pages of her books. I learned that Nancy was the kind of girl I would like to be. Nancy was a magnet who attracted mysteries. To anyone else, clocks were clocks, staircases were just what they seemed; but, not […]
