The following story is from my mother’s book, Remembering Etta Bend. These are the words of Susie Latty, who, much later, became my mom. The year would have been around 1918. Most of the things we used were homemade and they had to last as long as possible. Papa carved his own handles and wood […]
Sep 17, 2022
Time and Again
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An old man once lived there, in the small house, years, generations, decades ago. The chimney is left standing and a few walls cling to each other, as if in comfort in this wilderness of bushes, weeds, vines, rose bushes, and oak trees. He was not a hospitable man. He kept to himself, except […]
Feb 4, 2022
Silence
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Silence by Blanche Day Manos A soft and drowsy, downy day, the sky is furry, blurry gray; No wind to blow the snow away In patches. The trees are draped with frozen lace, the meadow is an arctic place; And house and barn, with wintry grace Wear thatches.
Feb 3, 2022
Snow and Ice
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This morning, my world looks quite different from yesterday. Inches of snow cover the grass and tree limbs. It comes up to Nemo’s tummy and he’s not quite sure what to think about it. However, the coffee and hot tea are warming, the birds are flocking to scattered sunflower seeds, and the fireplace is blazing. […]
Jan 4, 2022
A Writer’s Resolutions
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I firmly resolve and forswear to work hard at sharpening my writing skills by never, ever writing run-on sentences unless they are called for by content of the story or one of the characters steps up and says he is going to say thus and so causing the sentence to become first a paragraph, then […]
Nov 1, 2021
November Winds
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November winds sweep up the leaves of October, tidying the yard for the snows of December. November people, you have reason to celebrate. Your beautiful birthstone is the yellow or amber topaz, a symbol of honor, strength, longevity, and wisdom. Your flower is the fragrant chrysanthemum. Here in NW Arkansas, the temperature is rather nippy […]
