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(NOTE TO READER: Jocie Brooke is the young teen character in my Heart of Hollyhill books, Scent of Lilacs, Orchard of Hope and Summer of Joy. She loves writing articles for her father’s smalltown newspaper. Well, she just loves writing anything. So sometimes she takes up pen and paper to write down some reports for her Hollyhill Book of the Strange she’s been …
June 1965 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill. It’s been a while since I’ve had time to do any extra reporting. Oh, I’ve still been helping Dad with stories in the paper. Nothing too exciting. This is Hollyhill, you know. About the most exciting story for months was old Mrs. Jennings turning 100. One hundred years. That means she was …
Today was my dad’s birthday. It’s been a while since I was able to tell him happy birthday in person. He died of pancreatic cancer in 1986. That’s one of those cancer diagnosis you don’t want to hear. Dad didn’t do treatments. The doctors said it wouldn’t help and Dad did not like doctors or their needles. He stayed away …
Happy Father’s Day! My dad has been gone for over thirty years, but he is still here in my memories and my heart. He was a good dad. He worked hard on our farm and expected my sisters and me to do our part to help. I was the youngest child and should have been the boy I’m sure he …
“Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad.” Happy Father’s Day to all of you out there who are fathers or had a father. The picture is of my husband and our first child. My husband and I were both so young, but we were a family. I’ve always loved this picture. You …
Is there any safer place to be than with your head on your daddy’s shoulder? This is my oldest son with one of his twin boys. With five kids he gets plenty of practice being dad. My other son has four kids so he’s a busy dad too. Both are hands on dads who can do whatever needs doing for …
Hope all of you had a wonderful Father’s Day! And that you were able to give your dad a hug and maybe some little gift that he pretended to like. Well, maybe he really liked whatever you got him. My dad never was into gifts that much. He liked for us to come over and make homemade banana ice cream …