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 […]


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 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, […]


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 […]