Sometimes, when beginning a new year, I like to look back at the old one. So, yesterday, I not only looked back at 2014, I went way, way back to 1953 and a 5-year diary my mother gave me in 1952. It was full of a young girl’s thoughts and experiences. Some of them were […]
Dec 27, 2014
St. Swithin’s Day? No, Not That
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I kept thinking, this morning, that December 27 must be of historical significance or religious significance. St. Swithin came to mind. I looked it up and since it is July, this can’t be the day to celebrate that good saint. It is significantly wet here in NWArkansas and, although Christmas Day the sun shone, the […]
Dec 26, 2014
Delicious Shivers
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“Let’s tell scary stories,” I said. “OK,” both Sara and Nathan agreed. So I went first. I thought I was doing pretty well, building up to the exciting and shivery climax. “Mem, that’s not scary,” one of them said. “Wait, wait!” I protested. “I haven’t gotten to the really good part yet.” Then when my […]
Dec 24, 2014
‘Twas Christmas Eve
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I woke up this morning and sprang from my bed, with thoughts of a busy day rife in my head. Now on with the coffee pot, on with my blog; fill the bird feeders and also the dog. Quick, to the kitchen I go in a hurry; from counter to stove top I scoot and […]
Dec 21, 2014
Shortest, Darkest, Day
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At last it’s here–the first day of winter. At 5:03 p.m. it will officially begin. This is the winter solstice. Isn’t it wonderful how God planned the seasons, set the planets in motion, and made this one day of all the year, the shortest? The temperature isn’t quite down to freezing this morning and, guess […]
Dec 18, 2014
The Mystery of the Murky Bog, Part II
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Mallory’s heart pounded in her throat as she stood and turned in a slow circle, wondering which direction to go, trying to see through the gloom. It was hopeless; never had she seen the mist so thick and dark, but panic urged her into the night, searching for Maureen and that high, keening cry. The man, that […]
