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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

About the Cookshack story...

I've been able to write connected sentences, weave things into a story most of my life. It's what I do. But on Mother's Day I suffered a bout of gastric distress that left me weak, in pain, and unable to focus. As always I assumed that whatever happened, it was fatal. I was determined to face the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 22, 2015

Cookshack Days, continued

As Sara and Lisa and a dozen others got off the school bus that afternoon, they spotted their mother’s car parked next to the post office. “She must have been to town,” Lisa said. “Let’s go see.” Sara had already started toward the building. As they got to the corner they heard their mother’s voice,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 21, 2015

Cookshack Days - Cont'd

Stell came to pick them up from the Vogel farm the day after school was out for the summer. She was thin and pale, and unusually nervous and shaky. They didn’t go home to the cookshack. Stell said she’d rented it out to someone when she went in the hospital and the rent was paid up to the end of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 20, 2015

Cookshack Days - cont'd again

“Why are you crying, Mama?” Sara asked. “I’m just frustrated, that’s all. Nothing to concern you girls.” “What did she say to you?” Lisa asked. “I don’t like her.” “She said she’d let me know in a couple weeks,” Stell said. “I guess you should know. The Navy allotment checks have stopped, and I’ve... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 19, 2015

Cookshack Days (revised, cont'd)

Sara and Lisa exchanged glances. They put their books on the couch and went to the bedroom before they said a word. “Who’s that?” Lisa asked in a whisper as she hung her school dress on a hanger. “How should I know?” Sara whispered back. She quickly hung up her school dress. They got their play... Sign in to see full entry.

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Yesterday's Personal Headline.

Memorial services for my brother John Keyzers, who passed away peacefully yesterday with his children at his side, have not been scheduled, but are tentatively planned for his birthdate, August 12. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 18, 2015

Cookshack Days - Cont'd

One day when the girls came home from school they found Stella and a strange lady sitting at the kitchen table. The woman was dressed in a suit. She wore glasses, and had a notebook open on the table. She was writing in it as Sara and Lisa came in. They were expected to put their books on the table... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Cookshack Days - cont'd

The sky was light, but the sun had not yet made it over the mountain on the eastern horizon. No clouds. Sara stood on the back porch, one hand on the screen door, looking at the mountains, the deep shadowed valleys, the fringe of tall Douglas firs that stood straight and tall against the brassy... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Cookshack Days (a new story)

Sara woke up to the sound of mama hacking and choking in the kitchen. As usual. She heard the stove lid rattling against the frame, iron striking iron, a sharp hard clash, and then a scraping noise. The coffee pot. Then the kitchen door slammed as her mother went out, headed for the outhouse. She... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 15, 2015

Short, but not too sweet.

Guy came into the library last Sunday week, looking for a certain collection of facts about bad guys in Southern Illinois. He couldn’t remember the author's name, only that a friend had mentioned this particular history of bad guys in southern Illinois. Just so happens I knew the author's name, if... Sign in to see full entry.

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