When the pre-dawn darkness gives way to light this morning, I’ll dread looking at my maple. It has been the most beautiful this year that I remember it ever being. But, alas! After today, its gorgeous leaves will be mostly on the ground. I couldn’t believe the forecast yesterday–the temperature was in the 60s–that tonight […]
Nov 11, 2013
Armistice! Peace, At Last!
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My parents always called November 11, 1918, “Armistice Day.” Later, it was changed to Veterans’ Day” but to Mom and Dad, it was “Armistice Day.” My mother told me how excited they all were at Etta Bend when they found out the Great War was over. They shouted. They cried. They laughed. Finally, the soldiers […]
Nov 10, 2013
Storms of Life
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There’s an old song that goes something like this, “When the storms of life are raging, stand by me.” Seems to me that Tennessee Ernie Ford sang that song. The words refer to the emotional, spiritual storms that we all encounter but could also be applied to the violent weather that devastates areas of our […]
Nov 9, 2013
Imagination
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The Old Tire Horse The old tire swing that resembles a horse Hangs under the back maple tree. The children no longer climb onto his back And he looks a bit lonely to me. At one time my girl rode into the wind On make-believe trips through the town. She needed a boost to get […]
Nov 8, 2013
Hope for America
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Did you see the Billy Graham special last night on Fox? If you didn’t, the video is still there in Sean Hannity’s time slot. It is worth watching! Billy Graham is ninety-five years old now and seeing him makes me realize how quickly time has passed. I have watched Reverend Graham through the years and […]
Aug 28, 2013
Summer School at Etta Bend
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Times have changed and so have school terms. Today’s blog is the conclusion of the segment begun yesterday about the summer term at Etta Bend around 1915. This is taken from my book, The Heritage of Etta Bend. The words and story are my mother’s, Susie Latty Day: “Later, we had single desks. The teacher appreciated […]
