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When the delivery guys bring me a carton and I open it to see a new book spill out, I feel like a winner. So I’m giving away a copy of the just arrived Christmas at Harmony Hill to share that winning feeling. Keep reading to see how to enter your name in a drawing. As a fiction writer, I …
August 19, 1964 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill Main Street. Well, actually I’m not on Main. I’m out on Barton Road where we live. Cleaning my room. Not by choice! But Aunt Love says it has to be done. She says I’m a pack rat. That’s not true. Not exactly true anyway. I simply like to save my books …
Those mystery photos turned out to be a lot of fun for me. The guesses were very creative. Most all of you got the first photo right. But Sarah said the one thing she was sure of is that it wasn’t a fence. I guess she thought I’d be sneakier than that. Judy guessed that it was a fence and …
“All the good ideas I ever had came to me while I was milking a cow.” Grant Wood. No, I’m not that much of a country girl. Never learned how to milk cows. I did try once, but being the youngest girl, I guess nobody thought it important enough to teach me the proper method of tugging on the cow’s …
August 12, 1964 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill. I am never going to eat cotton candy again. Ever! You know I’m in 4-H. Well, for a fundraiser, somebody thought it would be great to rent a concession stand and sell soft drinks and popcorn and candy and cotton candy at a ballgame. If they’d stopped at popcorn and candy, …
Mystery picture 1 Mystery picture 2 Mystery picture 3 How about some fun with a few mystery photos? You guys are so good at this that I’m sure I won’t be able to stump you, but we can still have fun. And to make it more interesting, I’ll give the winner (drawn from all the entries) his or her choice …
Do you like the sound of your voice? It’s funny, but somehow when we’re speaking, we don’t hear our voice the same as when we hear it recorded. I remember the first time I heard a recording of my voice. I was in high school and somebody had brought in a tape recorder. None of us had recorded our voices …
August 6, 1964 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Main Street, Hollyhill. Boring! Boring! Bo-o-oring! I guess you can guess where I am. No, not school. That’s not for a few more weeks and usually not so awful boring until at least the middle of September. That is, if you don’t have Mr. Smith for history. Then it’s boring from the …
If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk? ~Dr. Laurence J. Peter A writer needs a little clutter going in her head. Got to pull those stories from somewhere. But I did finally almost get my desk cleaned off today. (I didn’t show the corner that still has a pile of …
When I was a kid, there was a safe in an outbuilding at my aunt’s house. The safe was the size of a small chest and locked. Nobody knew the combination. Nobody knew what was in the safe. It was from the past that nobody in my family remembered. At one time, some of my ancestors operated a distillery. My …