Last night, I saw parts of old television programs starring Tennessee Ernie Ford. I do believe that a person has to have attained a certain number of years before he/she can remember Tennessee Ernie. The program last night showed the first Tennessee Ernie TV programs, in black and white. Yet, I remember being mesmerized by […]
Nov 13, 2014
Leaves, Books, and Red-tailed Hawks
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I have a riddle for you. What is not quite like a cozy but is still very good? The answer: The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie. This is a CD that Peg recently listened to and enjoyed. The author is Alan Bradley. Peg is looking forward to The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag. She hasn’t heard […]
Nov 12, 2014
Birds, Books, and Br-r-r
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This morning I checked out the temperature on the computer. It was nineteen degrees! Whoa! I nearly choked on my swallow of coffee. Then, I noticed I had left it set on the Minnesota town where my brother lives. What a relief! I typed in my NW Arkansas location and it read 20.9. Only two […]
Oct 28, 2014
Koffee with Kerry
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Once, long ago, in those dear, dim, misty days almost beyond recall (certainly beyond the time of some of you readers) I, Blanche Day, had a lamb for a pet. His name was Louie and I loved that lamb as you can see in the picture. Sorry about my tongue being between my teeth. That […]
Oct 19, 2014
Teasers
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Teaser for The Cemetery Club Goshen Cemetery lay quiet and peaceful under a benevolent spring sky. Darcy Campbell and her mother, Flora Tucker, had no inkling that in a few moments, the scene would change and they would face a horror on the ground and a threat from above, beyond their imaginations. Becoming entangled in […]
Sep 28, 2014
Past, Present, Future
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I love it when the past and the present come together in a harmonious grouping. This picture represents four generations. The table was my mother’s. My niece Missy made the pretty autumn table runner. Although I didn’t assemble it, the centerpiece is mine and sitting smugly among the chrysanthemums is a small owl Sara gave me […]
