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THE MIDDLE TA NOWHARES

Story ID:3609
Written by:Kathe M. Campbell (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Somewhere Montana USA
Year:2003
Person:Ma & Pa Campbell
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Posted 03/08/2008 17:20 | Reply
Kathe, this is the first piece of yours I've read and I was captivated. What a picture you painted! Can't wait to read more.

David
Posted 03/09/2008 08:47 | Reply
I had forgotten about Mrs. Todd's store. It was in the middle of nowhere and we knew the pop was going to be warm, the candy bars rock hard and the honey buns moldy. From our kid's point of view, it was one of the highlights of our horse ride. Thanks for helping me remember this treasured childhood event. Wanda West
Posted 03/07/2008 17:27 by Frederick William Wickert | Reply
Nothing is more precious than the innocence of children, and the good book says, "only if you become as little children can you enter the kingdom of heaven."
Fred
Posted 03/07/2008 19:06 | Reply
Leave it to Kathe to find humor in the
Middle of Nowheres. I always enjoy Kathe's writings. Keep up the good work, Millie J.
Posted 03/07/2008 20:51 | Reply
Kat
Still going strong - wit and wisdom make a great advantageover the rest of us. Do love your inspirations! Keep 'er going, friend! Hugs, Toni W.
Posted 03/07/2008 22:08 by Kathleene S Baker | Reply
Ma Campbell - you did it again! What a delightful read.

Kathy Baker
Posted 03/08/2008 08:06 by Betty (BJ) Roan | Reply
I grew up near a little town such as this one. The post office was in one corner of the grocery/dime store. They sold candy in bulk, kept in glass bins. I loved that store. I would go in and buy a nickel bag of candy and choose a cold bottle of pop from the cooler. The pop bottles were cooled by ice cold water, which always dripped on my dusty blouse. I was a farm girl, and nothing tasted better after a long, hot wait at the grain elevator. Wonderful post. Loved the innocence of those curious children. BJ
Posted 03/08/2008 11:30 by Nancy J. Kopp | Reply
Great story, Kath. You brought us right into the backroads of your beloved state with you and Ken. Wonderful opportunity you gave those kids, too. Bet they've never forgotten Granny Hook and the kindness she showed when she demonstrated her "pretend arm" for them. Well written and a good story as well.
Nancy
Posted 03/08/2008 14:52 | Reply
Great depiction of simpler times, Kathe. Just goes to show what a diverse nation we are bred from. Love the hearts of those kids who in their innocence were so mesmerized by your hook. There is a story in everyday events, and this proves it. Well done.
Maria H.
Posted 03/08/2008 14:53 | Reply
ANother great story, Kathe
Thank you
Mike
Posted 04/09/2008 19:59 by Tom Foley | Reply
Hi Kathe, you really have special a way of spinning a yarm. Have you ever considered reading your stories to school assemblies, library groups and church gatherings. I have sense that you are a born storyteller.

I think you would not only entertain, but also sensitize many adults to reawaken that innocence of their early childhood, and learn to accept the realities of life. Few, if any of us, go unscathed in some way as we make this journey. As my father used to say."Work with the tools you've got."
God love you.
Tom

Posted 04/10/2008 09:18 by Kathe M. Campbell | Reply
Thank you for the kind words, Tom. I have been reading my stories published in the Chicken Soup series at our nursing homes here in Butte. Having worn them out,(the stories), I'm moving into the stories in OurEcho. My audiences really seem to love them. K