The people at the Carver Estate are a little–how shall I say it–odd? Or, are they strange-acting because they are moonstruck? Pat, Ned McNeil’s friend, thinks they are both moonstruck and murderous. Is the blue moon during this month of March affecting everyone, including Ned? The month is March–a strange month–a rainy, windy, untrustworthy […]
Apr 19, 2019
Why This Friday Is Good
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I’ve often wondered why the Friday before Easter is called “Good”. Perhaps it is because it was good for mankind that God’s plan of Salvation was completed as Christ died on the cross that day. But in actuality it was a most horrific day, a day of intense suffering by One who was absolutely […]
Apr 9, 2019
An Historic Day at a Farmhouse in Virginia
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Dignity in defeat and graciousness in victory. I’ve often wished, if I could go back in time, that I might have been present that day, April 9, 1865, in the parlor of Wilmer McLean of Appomattox Court House, Virginia. I would like to have seen General Robert E. Lee, tall and erect, dressed in […]
Feb 16, 2019
Just Who Do You Think You Are?
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Do you ever feel like a tiny Who in Dr. Seuss’ beloved book, Horton Hears a Who? Don’t let anyone ever make you think that you’re unimportant. You have infinite worth and value. So, hold your head up, put on a determined grin and move forward with life. Whether you are on the west or […]
Aug 16, 2018
Coffee, Three Women, a Cow, and a Pig
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Chewing her cud, Edith would answer, “No, that can’t be! I’m one of the finest milk cows you’ll ever hope to see. But, it doesn’t matter, Winnie, whether we are bovine or swine. If we ‘hang together as friends’, we’ll always be fine.” Those lines are a part of the poem, Edith and Winnie, […]
Jul 16, 2018
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 […]
