Just after the sun goes down is a great time to take pictures. Last night, I moseyed into the front yard with my camera and got a few snaps of flowers. I heard a tree frog, a spring peeper, but never did see him..These interesting little creatures have great, big voices and are quite tiny. […]
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 […]
Mar 15, 2018
Fran’s Leprechaun Luncheon
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It’s fun to remember enjoyable times, isn’t it? This morning, I’m re-printing a post I wrote in 2016, two years ago. This was at Fran’s house before she and her husband moved to South Carolina. It was a special, happy day, complete with Fran’s delicious food and attractive decorations. I miss those times, but I’m […]
Nov 29, 2017
What Was That Strange Noise?
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Something banged outside. What? It sounded like a heavy truck with loose metal objects rattling and bumping up the hill. Again, a loud crash. Thunder! It had been so long since I’d heard it, I failed, at first, to recognize it. And rain! Thank the Lord. It may not last long, but every drop is […]
May 29, 2017
Thank You and God Bless You
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How can I write about Memorial Day and the importance of honoring those valiant young people (yes, for the most part, they were young) who stood between their beloved homes and freedom? A simple thank you to these courageous men and women seems completely inadequate. If I knew nothing at all about freedom, if I […]
Jan 29, 2014
The January Thaw
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In the days when my grandparents, Levi and Edna Latty, were on their 300+ acre farm at Etta, Pappy Latty always looked for the January thaw, those few January days when winter paused to take a deep breath and remember that spring would soon be on its way. During the January thaw, Pappy would hitch […]
