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 […]
Jul 21, 2024
Rainy Sunday
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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 […]
Jul 18, 2024
The Mysteries of the Summer Night
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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 […]
Jul 6, 2024
The Comfort of Quilts
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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 […]
Jun 30, 2024
The Last of June
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Nemo and I took a stroll through the back yard this morning–a short stroll. The humidity is so thick, it felt like a moist blanket pressing in. However, the Rose of Sharon loves it and opens pretty, pink blossoms. The hosta and fern beside the back fence don’t mind at all, as long as they […]
