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 […]
What a Muddle
In the light of the many disturbing events of the past couple of weeks, it’s hard to know what to write. I have strongly-held convictions and I’m sure you do too. I’m not into arguments because nobody’s mind was ever changed by arguing. However, I don’t know how many minds are changed by being presented […]
Rainy Sunday
It is a wonderful thing to wake up to the sound of rain, especially in July. This is a wet, cool morning, especially welcome because it’s in the middle of summer. My little garden in front is saying, Thank You. I know this because the flowers are lifting their heads, looking refreshed and revived. The […]
The Mysteries of the Summer Night
There’s a mystery about the soft, summer night, just after the sun goes down, before full darkness tiptoes through. Leaves stir with a passing breeze and flowers lift their heads to feel one last ray of the sun’s warmth. The rabbit who lives under my storage building gives last minute instructions to her nest of […]
A Memory
Several years ago, I posted this poem about the swing in my back yard. My grandchildren liked him but they soon outgrew him and then I gave him away so other girls and boys could enjoy him. But, I still remember that swing and I’ll bet my grandchildren do too. .The Old Tire Horse The […]
The Comfort of Quilts
The Ozarks Mountaineer was a wonderful magazine that, sadly, ceased publishing a few years ago. My piece about my grandmother’s quilts found a home in that magazine in December 1998. This was a story as my mother told it to me. Today’s post is excerpted from that story. Quilting is an ancient craft which still […]