It rests in my herb garden, a memory stone, reminding me of where it came from and the reason it is here. It’s a reminder of a time past–a slower, quieter time when life was different from the way life is now. It brings memories of the strong, good people who owned the farm where […]
Aug 21, 2020
Remembering Dad
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Today is my dad’s birthday. I’ve written about him a lot, both here and in my books. Only, he wasn’t called by his name, Bob Day, rather, he showed up here and there as admirable traits in male characters, especially the heroes, because that’s what he was– my hero. I can’t resist mixing a little […]
Aug 16, 2020
When There’s Nothing Else To Do
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Reaching across the table, I squeezed her hand. “Oh, Mom, think of it! Think of the people we’ve always looked up to, so respectable and virtuous, so God-fearing and honest. How’d they get that way? Maybe it’s because they came through some tough times. Maybe it’s because they strayed from the Lord and He brought […]
Aug 5, 2020
A Trip Back
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I’m actually writing this Tuesday evening. I’ll publish it Wednesday morning, August 5. It’s really quiet here now and it’s very nearly lonely. It’s at such times that I take a trip back in memory, to a time a hundred or more years ago. In my mind, I go to the small community of Etta […]
Jul 25, 2020
Brewers of Coffee
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The first thing I do each morning after feeding Nemo is make a pot of coffee. Some of my fondest memories center around cups of coffee and the people who brewed them. I guess a person’s mother is always the yardstick by which everything else is measured, but really, my mother could make the most […]
May 16, 2020
Wild Onions
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The following is by my mother, Susie Latty Day. She tells about hunting for wild onions when she was a girl at Etta, many years ago. “On a farm, each season brings its celebration of particular events. When my sisters and I were young girls, we particularly looked forward to the coming of […]
