One hot dusty afternoon, August 9, 1927, in Payson, Oklahoma, a baby girl was born and the world became a sweeter place. Her mother, Monte Michael, named the child Freda, after her daddy, Fred Michael a grocer who was respected and loved by many friends and neighbors in the tiny rural town of Tribbey, Oklahoma.... Continue Reading →
Quiet Evening
An evening on the porch at the close of a summer day brings stillness and country-style quiet. There is no noise of trains or traffic, no sirens, or horns honking. I sit and listen. The wind has laid in the treetops, but I can hear the water running in the ditches toward the creek below... Continue Reading →
My House
"Home is a house filled with love, groomed with care, and lived in with a mixture of laughter and tears." c. e. hollis My home is a house, an old farmhouse, but well-loved. My home has seen hardship, excitement, grief, celebration, death, life, illness, health, depression, and exuberance––the sweets and sours of life's experiences... Continue Reading →