Where words fail, music speaks. – Hans Christian Andersen. Last night, I was privileged once again to go to my grandson’s Christmas concert at his school. I was impressed by the professionalism of those young singers as well as their talent. Beautiful voices. The songs were old favorites, songs I knew and loved. Many of […]
Dec 7, 2024
A Battle Cry for Freedom
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“A day that will live in infamy,” President Roosevelt said. And, indeed, it has and will. A sneak attack by Japanese aircraft against the American Pacific Fleet at Pearl Harbor triggered the United States’ entrance into World War II, December 7, 1941. As I watch old film clips and read first-hand accounts, I can imagine […]
Nov 14, 2024
Rain, a Hundred Years Ago
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We’ve had wonderful autumn rain lately and it has been a blessing. This morning, I’m thinking backward about a hundred years and imagining what it might have been like at the Levi and Edna Latty Farm, my grandparents’ farm, in the early part of the twentieth century. It would be dark on the farm at […]
Oct 22, 2024
A Foreboding Time
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It was a dark and foreboding time, a feeling that something really bad was about to happen. I remember that feeling well. It was the Cuban missile crisis of 1962. The United States discovered that Russia had missile bases in Cuba, with missiles fully capable of striking the United States. The two leaders of the […]
Jul 27, 2024
In the Untamed Woods
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This morning, I came across an account I’d almost forgotten about. It’s written by my grandmother’s uncle and came by way of the Indian Pioneer History Project for Oklahoma. What degree of an uncle would he be to me? I haven’t the slightest, but his grandfather would have been my third great-grandfather. I found this […]
Jun 13, 2024
The Old Oak
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A large oak stands in front of the house. It is so tall and its limbs spread so wide that anyone standing under it during a rain is sheltered, as if by a giant umbrella. The tree is old and has seen many changes. A busy street a few feet away was once a dirt […]
