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Editor's choices 5/10/08
This is one of the hardest jobs for an editor. I enjoy them all so very much. They are not listed in any order of preference, just mixing them up. I found some post for Mother's Day for you to enjoy. Gail Hall of Fame - May 07 Twenty posts from the 97 posts in April have been added to the Hall of Fame. Check it out your's might be there. New members in April For those who love poetry, the new members are right down your alley. We have poets Beckie Twardowski, 16 years old; charllena leanna quinn; Scarlet Starr and Penelope Rose who also writes musings. Then Steven M. Moore writes fiction in the future and Michele l writes about 'things to do.' Wouldn't it be interesting to also know how they found out about OurEchoes? local writing clubs Would you like to write about your local writing club. Tell what you do, where you met and when. You could add your member's names if they give you permission. Maybe others would like join you. You can list this under ourechoes community. It will be interesting to find out what else we do about writing when not on ourechoes. Thanks Gail Hot off the Presses 
I am very pleased to report that OurEcho has been selected as one of Writer’s Digest 101 Best Websites for 2007. I am particularly pleased because I think it expresses what I have always known - OurEcho is just lines of code, it’s the people that contribute to it that make it special. It seems others agree with me. Scott
Tom Foley
Hello, my friend, thank you for stopping by to visit.
Our Daddy, Tim Foley, taught us well. As kids growing up during the Great Depression we may have lacked some material things, but never a shortage of music to be played or songs to be sung. There is, we learned as we grew older, a trait in our Scot/ Irish heritage that empowers us to express deep feelings of love and joy in a tender ballad, or to vent profound grief in a tearful lament. After he finished the day shift at Engine Company #6 in north Elizabeth, N.J., Daddy would arrive home around 6:30 PM unless a third alarm fire extended his workday. He'd quickly change from his dress blue uniform into a faded blue work shirt and khaki twill trousers, while Mom , competing with the whistling tea kettle would call us kids, tell us to wash our hands and finally get the lot of us seated at the kitchen table. Meals back then were simple but adequate. Beef stew was always a favorite. We ate lots of vegetable, chicken and bean soup back in the 30's. Deserts, when we them, consisted of fruit, homemade pudding or just plain bread and jam served with strong tea, Select "more" to read Tom's entire piece... |
Serial Fiction
I recently posted the 8th installment of The Heart of a Pirate, the Tale of Anne Bonny. I continue to look forward to where Jamie will take us with each chapter and I couldn’t ask for more than that.To set the mood for Anne Bonny, I have developed its own homepage. I hope you’ll find the page enhances the work and allows you to lose yourself in the story - The Heart of a Pirate.
What a tender, precious story. You're a talented writer as well. I don't recall anything that beautiful with my Dad, but he showed it other ways his love for his family. Thanks so much for sharing this story. And congratulations on getting it published in Chicken Soup. They're a marvelous collection of books. Janet Up the Dragon's back You said so much in only four lines. That is definitely talent, Tish. Blessings, Sandi in FL. Washday Blues WELL DONE. Ruth McGhee would be proud of your story, and of being acknowledged by our generation. I love the smell of sheets dried on the line, but I don't long for the rest. I recall my sister, a beautiful blonde, getting her curly locks caught in the ringer-washer. Ours had a safety release; if you hit the rollers with the heel of your hand, it would snap free and stop the rollers from turning. That saved her from loosing hair, but not her dignity. You've obviously done a lot of research on this story. Well done. Thanks for sharing. Janet The Christmas Bear Lovely poem, lovely message. Welcome to OurEcho. I look forward to reading more of your work. Nancy Kopp Going Home Again I do not know about going home as I live only 7 miles from my birth farm and was only away long enough to get a nursing education and start a career; never had the privilege of trying to go home but enjoyed your adventures in doing so just visit. I live on a farm, half way between Emporia and Topeka so shop there several times a year. Dorothy Masters Harveyville, Ks. Pony Express Very vivid word pictures! I enjoyed the ride across the prairies and canyons. Gail A DARNED GOOD WOMAN Wonderful tribute Fred. You were one lucky boy. BJ |
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