The Hundred Year Old Barn A Fable By Blanche Day Manos The hundred year-old barn was home to a cow, a rooster, some hens, and a mule who pulled a plow. The days they spent in working; each one did his best, and when the sun sank from the sky, the animals needed rest. But, […]
Apr 3, 2021
Mama’s Story of the Easter Egg Tree
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The following story is an excerpt from The Heritage of Etta Bend, a story my mother told me about her childhood in northeast Oklahoma. The “I” is my mother, Susie Latty Day. Mom told me this story and I wrote it to be included in The Heritage of Etta Bend in 1989. It was spring, […]
Mar 8, 2021
Helen
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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 […]
Jan 17, 2021
Welcome to the World
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We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. —— Today, I want to salute all the babies of this world, the tiny newborns, the helpless, innocent lives brought into […]
Jan 9, 2021
Conclusion–The Christmas Barn
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The cold wind blew their leaves away. The three friends shivered and wished for day. “We can’t just do nothing,” the raccoon said. “Come on, squirrel and chipmunk. Let’s go a bit farther. Maybe we’ll find food.” Sighing, the squirrel straightened up and took Chipmunk’s hand. On they went, through the cold night. They […]
Jan 8, 2021
The Christmas Barn
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What with one thing and another, I didn’t get this children’s story up before Christmas, so here it is now, only a couple of weeks late. Heh heh. Half today and half tomorrow; it’s kind of long. The Christmas Barn The 200-year old barn was empty and lonely. No longer did horses stamp their feet […]
