Today would have been my mother, Susie Latty Day’s, birthday and if she were here, I’d bake her favorite dessert–lemon pie. The lilac bush at her house in Tahlequah is blooming now and that’s fitting because she loved lilacs. In fact, when she was sixteen, her dear Aunt Ettie, Tettle, she called that aunt, gave […]
Feb 14, 2015
That Pesky Moonlight
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OK, I’ve battened down the hatches so to speak. Groceries are laid by, I’m waiting for the frigid north wind to blow in snow and freezing rain! Will it get here? Meanwhile, here is a continuation of Moonlight Can Be Murder. Remember that I posted the beginning of the first chapter a few days ago. Nettie […]
Feb 6, 2015
Philosophical Friday
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Is there a particular time of day when errant thoughts wander into your head and you start remembering and wondering and realizing there are lots and lots of things in this old world that you’ve only glimpsed? Or perhaps that you’ve not glimpsed at all but puzzled over? When the sun slips toward the western horizon […]
Feb 5, 2015
Warm Hearts, Snow Dusting
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A dusting of snow lies across my deck like a drift of talcum powder. The temperature sank below freezing last night and everything outside is cold! Bird feeders are full so when the feathered and furry creatures wake up, they can at least get some fuel in their tummies. As Peg and I journeyed to […]
Feb 3, 2015
Squealing Pigs and Schoolhouses
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I am prone to complain about the cold weather which is a silly and useless thing to do. My house is warm; I don’t have to get up early to milk cows or take care of the outdoor stock and I don’t have to build a fire in the fireplace to get the house warm. […]
Dec 30, 2014
Surviving the Storm
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Yesterday, we left Darcy and Flora in Goshen Cemetery where they had made a grisly discovery. Today is a continuation of Chapter One of The Cemetery Club. “Somebody cut off Ben’s finger,” Mom whispered. As we stood, mesmerized by the horror in front of us, a strange silence descended on the graveyard. I raised my […]
