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 […]


April 6th, 2015

Found Treasures

Around this time of year when the brown grass doesn’t look so brown, when green sprouts appear that will soon be yellow daffodils, red tulips, white hyacinths, when blue bells ring, and when lilies of the valley perfume the yard, Mom would shoo my sister and me outside with a declaration, “Go outside and play, […]


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 […]