I had started to the store for a batch of groceries. Rain fell gently and the sun shone too. “Oh,” I thought. “This is perfect weather for a rainbow!” Glancing out of my car’s window to the west, I saw it, a lovely, large rainbow that looked like it arched over the whole town, north […]
Jul 26, 2014
A Perfect Summer Day
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An interesting discovery this morning: the musical note of the mourning dove I heard in the backyard is C. Wondering just what it was, I checked it out on the piano. Do all doves call in C? I don’t even want to find out! Speaking of birds, there were at least two tiny and featherless tragedies […]
Jul 18, 2014
A Riot of Robins on Writing
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A chorus of robins greets the pre-dawn. I mean, a veritable flock! Maybe a family and their whole bunch of friends and relatives. I wondered if a group of robins has a specific name. For example, geese in flight are a skein, whereas, on the ground they are a gaggle. A bunch of crows is […]
Jul 15, 2014
A Whisper in the Wind
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My dear cousin Brian sent me copies of articles he had found which first appeared in a Tahlequah newspaper in 1913. What treasures! News from county communities included quite a few items from Etta. At that time, my mother was seven years old. It was a glimpse into life a hundred years ago. A hundred […]
Jul 13, 2014
Just Close Your Eyes, You Are There
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Imagination is a wonderful thing. It can take you any place you want to go. Sometimes, just as a sort of mini-vacation, I close my eyes and zip back a hundred years to Etta, Cherokee County, Oklahoma. The place I go is my grandparents’ farm. It is Sunday morning, July 13, 1914. Levi and Edna […]
Jul 6, 2014
Good Morning, Mr. Gray
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I have a feeling I’m being watched. Probably, because I am. He lies silently atop the mailbox posts, keeping both green eyes on the front room window. When he sees the curtains move, that is his signal to approach. Trotting softly to the porch on padded feet, he looks hopefully at the door as I […]
