On Mother’s Day, Mom always wore a corsage of white roses to church. Used to be that was the custom–if your mother was no longer with you, you wore white flowers; if she was still here, you wore red flowers. That tradition has probably flown, like so many. I think of Mom every day and […]
The Sound of Hope
·Last night, I attended my grandson’s spring chorus concert at his school’s new performing arts center. What a tremendous thing. If anyone is uncertain or critical of the younger generation, I’d invite them to go to hear the voices of youngsters raised in song. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen more talent among teens than […]
Mama’s Story of the Easter Egg Tree
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, […]
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 […]
Welcome to the World
·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 […]