At first glance, it is just a rock, albeit quite an interesting one. It is perhaps six inches high, maybe 22 inches around it. However, you’ve got to understand that I’m pretty terrible with estimating distances, sizes, or what direction I’m traveling. This rock is here in Arkansas in my herb garden but that’s not […]
Jul 7, 2013
A Glimpse of History
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Yesterday I wrote about a story my mother told me concerning the Latty family and World War I. This period in history has always fascinated me. Looking back at it, times then seemed to be more innocent, less hectic, more straight forward and a lot less crowded. Tahlequah, Oklahoma was small and had dirt streets. Farmers […]
Jul 1, 2013
The Umbrella Oak
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A large oak stands firmly anchored to the ground on land that once belonged to my parents. It is so tall and its limbs spread so wide that when a person stands under it during a shower, she is sheltered from much of the rain. Whether it’s wise to be standing there during a thunderstorm […]
Jun 15, 2013
The Latty Farm at Etta
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This morning I’m thinking of houses and how homes are much more than houses. I’m thinking of how most people once lived on farms and now most people don’t. A lot of us have postage-stamp size yards, nestled right up against our neighbors’ yards. And some of us even live in layers, stacked on top […]
Jun 11, 2013
Remembering Pappy
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My older brothers and sister had many memories of our grandparents Levi and Edna Latty when they and my parents lived on farms at Etta Bend. Pappy had a good sense of humor and the boys were always thinking up ways to play a joke on him. This remembrance is from my brother Thurman Day: […]
Jun 4, 2013
Etta–A Dear, Familiar Place
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This is the final part of my sister Helen’s thoughts about our grandparents, Levi and Edna Latty, and life on the farm at Etta Bend. “When I hear anything about Nixon’s ‘Watergate’, I get a flashback to Pappy’s ‘watergap’ and I giggle. Anyway, the watergap of my childhood was a fence of vertical boards hung […]
