Christmas 2018 is past; not even a trace remains–except, of course, the memories and the gifts. The tree is down, ornaments are boxed away. As Matt tackled the complex world of Word Press on my computer and got it back into its old, familiar, much more user-friendly format, Nathan and I took boxes to […]
Mar 29, 2018
Rainy Day Remembering
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Rain woke me. Thunder too. I was thinking about long ago Etta this morning and my Latty family. It would be dark on the farm at this hour, house lit only by kerosene lamps, no outdoor lights at all. Pappy would take a lantern as he went to the barn to milk the cows and […]
Jan 3, 2018
Memories–In the Past or Always With Us?
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The morning sky is a quiet, pale blue/gray with rosy tints around the horizon. It is deceptively beautiful because it is deadly cold. I remember other January days when I was a child and the sense of excitement and adventure a new year brought. I remember bacon sizzling in the skillet, breakfast with Mom, Dad, […]
May 23, 2017
Voices in the Village
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Voices in the Village is a fascinating account of life in a different time, in a different place. This morning, I am pleased and honored to present guest blogger Josephine Montgomery. Josephine was born in England and now lives in Missouri with her husband. She is the author of several books including Fitzgerald Hall, A […]
Mar 26, 2017
Dusty and Dated Songs of My Youth
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Nothing dates a person like her repertoire of songs. But, I fear my repertoire is dusty, dated, and part of a fading past. My post from a year ago, In the Gloaming was about eventide or early night and I mentioned a song by that name. True, it is a very old song and true, the […]
Oct 22, 2016
The Blight of Progress
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Sure, I know “you can’t stop progress.” I’ve heard that many times and fear it may be largely true. Question is, where is this march of progress leading? I’m all for progress in medicine, in doing things better (not necessarily faster) and for headway made against the ills of mankind. What I’m not for is senseless […]
