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 […]


May 5th, 2015

The Smell of Saturdays

“Mom, – can I go now?” She was finishing up washing cloths in the basement. Mom worked during the week packing business forms at Wallace Press so laundry was always done on Saturday morning. “Are you finished with your chores?” There are two questions I’ll always remember from childhood: Are you finished with your chores. […]


April 21st, 2015

Silence Returns

  For Christians, Easter season is a time to celebrate victory over death. It’s a time to focus on resurrection as a saving grace for an earthly life, and to look forward to an eternal life. But what is that eternal life? I doubt the assurance of a heavenly eternal life, but I don’t doubt […]


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 […]


February 16th, 2015

Church Without Doors

  Clara May and Frieda practiced their faith in everyday life, not just on Sunday and other religious days. They carried it with them out the door, not like some in town who put it in the pew pocket when they replaced the hymnal. I was honored to know them (or people like them) when […]