The Split Bowl – by Rachel Jones Martens ruthannrogers, June 21, 2007July 10, 2008 We sat at a long, unfinished wooden plank table. Dad added leaves as the family grew. Mom and Dad sat enthroned at chairs on both ends. Their offspring sat on long wooden benches on either side. My first memories of the table were after the three oldest were gone from… Continue Reading
Be Sure Your Sins Will Find You Out – by Rachel Jones Martens ruthannrogers, June 21, 2007July 10, 2008 Juanita and Madeline got in the habit of hiding dirty dishes in the oven, pretending that they were finished with all the dishes, Continue Reading
The Honest “No” – by Rachel Jones Martens ruthannrogers, June 21, 2007July 10, 2008 I was five years old, wearing waist bloomers and tops with square necks–nothing but smart mouth and honest. Continue Reading
Johnnie and Wes – by Rachel Jones Martens ruthannrogers, June 21, 2007July 10, 2008 Johnnie & Wes really had fun–at my expense. Continue Reading
School Days – by Rachel Jones Martens ruthannrogers, June 21, 2007July 10, 2008 I started school at age five at the city school in Barnsdall. All but the three little ones went at the same time. Lloyd drove to school in the two-seated buggy. Continue Reading