The following is from my book about my mother’s life as a girl at Etta Bend, Cherokee County, Oklahoma. The words are hers, Susie Latty Day’s: In the fall come rare, sparkling days that are warm and bright, with very little wind, a day when natures seems to savor the last remnants of summer. Spider webs […]
Sep 4, 2014
Have Books, Will Travel
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When a writer completes a book, she heaves a great sigh of relief. Something like 60,000 words are written, re-written, read, re-read, edited and re-edited. It’s finished. Right? Wrong! As the song by The Carpenters goes, “We’ve Only Just Begun”. Because, dear readers, next comes marketing. Once, I was a shy, bashful, blushing young gal who […]
Sep 2, 2014
With Mop in Hand
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Yesterday, Labor Day, the unofficial end of summer, was wet and cool to start with. Later, it got kind of steamy when the sun came out. September 1, was a memorable day in history. On that day in 1939, Germany invaded Poland and World War II began. On the first day of September in 1864, […]
Aug 31, 2014
A Rainbow in the Cloud
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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 […]
Aug 28, 2014
No Gardyloo Here
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Words are like people–they have interesting backgrounds. Yesterday’s word of the day was gardyloo. Without telling you its meaning, let me say that it has been around a long time, its origin was France but it was used in many countries as a warning that something was about to happen. What, you may ask? Well, something […]
Aug 25, 2014
Echoes, Images, Rambling Reflections
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A dictionary definition of reflection is “a thought or writing about something, particularly in the past, or what one sees when looking into a body of water.” I’d like to add that reflections can be what others see in our eyes or hear in our voices, or see in our actions. My granddaughter is, in many ways, […]
