Home Town Tales

Idle chat from the square

August 17th, 2015

Scent of Love III

I’ve never been to Disney Land, but I didn’t really need it. I have my own Main Street, except in this case it’s a square, and it even has its own cast of characters. Carol Davenport is always there on Saturdays and still tries to pinch my cheek, even in public. Maude Davis is the […]


June 15th, 2015

A Great Void part 3

Sitting on a small bench by her husband’s headstone, Zora was waiting. Clyde spoke. “How was Ben today?” Zora chuckled in short bursts, like she was hiccupping. “As usual, didn’t have much to say.” Since Mary died, Clyde had not found anything funny, but this made him smile. “Not much different than when he was […]


June 9th, 2015

A Great Void part 2

As the cars disappeared and the dust settled, Clyde, Joe, and the cemetery workers were the only ones left. Joe walked back to the gravesite. Still standing by the drive, Clyde heard the wench groan and watched as the gravediggers lowered Mary’s oak coffin into the copper-lined vault, attached the lid, and transferred the mound […]


March 31st, 2015

My First Easter

Jim Beam was kept in the barn. Drinking was devil’s work. It was Grandma’s conviction, confident as Grandpa’s need to sow beans today. This Easter she’ll harvest faithfulness for her children and Church. Bending low to kiss her cheek, lilac scents float, lingering as she looks in the mirror to arrange her hat. On the […]