Home Town Tales

Idle chat from the square

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 […]


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 […]