August 18, 1965 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. What do you think about these toadstools? Aren’t they something? Dad says he might put the picture in Banner if news doesn’t pick up. News never picks up in Hollyhill. Never. The most exciting thing that happened all summer was Mr. Wallace’s cows got out day before yesterday, and were …
Hunting Down that Idea Fairy
Where do you get your ideas? That’s a question I’m often asked, especially when I talk to young people. It’s a question most all writers are asked at one time or another. Here’s an answer I stumbled across last week. I’m not familiar with Sarah Zette’s writing, but I have to admire her sense of humor here where she’s obviously …
What’s in a Name?
One thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child’s name and how old he or she is. ~Erma Bombeck That’s true for mamas and also for writers. I’ll be giving a book talk and somebody will ask something about one …
Cloud Pictures, What Do You See?
August 11, 1965 Jocie Brooke here, reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. Do you like trying to see things in clouds? I do sometimes. I took this picture. Well, not really on purpose. Zella would have a fit if she thought I was wasting film on clouds, but I slipped when I was trying to take a cow picture for the paper …
On the Hunt for Bargains
Bargain – a thing bought or offered for sale more cheaply than is usual or expected. Folks all along US 127 have been either offering or looking for bargains all week. The worlds longest yard sale goes from Alabama to Michigan with Kentucky right in the middle. Last week, scenes like the one above were scattered all along the road …
Time for Front Porch Visits
True luxury is being able to own your time – to be able to take a walk, sit on your porch, read the paper, not take the call, not be compelled by obligation. ~Ashton Kutcher Do you have a front porch? I grew up in a house with a front porch. We didn’t have chairs on it. That would have …
Can You Give Me a Name?
August 4, 1965 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. It’s hot. Really hot. In the nineties. Aunt Love says it’s supposed to be hot like this in August. I guess she should know. She’s been around for a lot of Augusts. Wes, on the other hand, says it’s never this hot on Jupiter – too far from the sun, …
A Bee and a Winner
I finally stumped some of you with my mystery picture. Last Sunday, most of you got the polar bear underwater right away, but this little bee had some of you coming up with great guesses that were fun but not exactly right. Linda and Danie had the sharpest eyes, although Linda thought the bee was on a sunflower. The most …
Can You Guess the Mystery Photo?
My plan was to post this early, but best laid plans. Sigh. I just have to admit it. I’m a burn the midnight oil writer. But tonight I have excuses. Really!! First we had a fellowship supper at church. I had to cook something. You can’t go to a potluck supper with an empty dish, now can you? I took …
Words in a Jam
July 28, 1965 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. You remember those blackberries I talked about picking last week. Well, they’re in a jam now. (Ha. Ha.) Wes says I’m getting to be a regular comedian. I tell him that’s only because I hang around with him so much. He laughs about that. Says a Jupiterian has to have …