Spill it, Sister!

Spill it, Sister!

What’s up at 44 Cherry Street? Last week when I asked Lorraine about Frederick, she burst into tears and told me between sobs that he was gone! “Gone???” I asked. “What in the world happened?” Grandpa Ron and Max She was crying hard and couldn’t speak, so I...
Checking in with Lorraine at 44 Cherry

Checking in with Lorraine at 44 Cherry

Someone who reads my newsletter wrote to ask me what was going on with the gang at 44 Cherry Street. As this has been a busy time, I didn’t know, so I walked up Cherry Street and opened the gate that leads to the front walk and the steps up to the front porch. I...
I know, It’s Hard to Believe!

I know, It’s Hard to Believe!

Lorraine was walking downstairs at 44 Cherry Street with her spoiled little dog, Suki,  when she bumped into someone she didn’t know coming up. Suki began barking like a maniac and the stranger bent down closer to the dog rather than backing away in terror as one...

Excitement on Cherry Street

Stephanie barely recognized Lorraine when she waltzed into Chifferobe and plopped down in Ron’s big leather chair. Her cloud of jet black hair, usually a trademark of Lorraine’s, had turned a lovely Covid-gray. Still it was coiffed into a helmet as always, and she...
What happens at Sourwood…

What happens at Sourwood…

Stays at Sourwood Handblown glass tumblers I carried in my arms from Flagstaff. $50 each Sourwood Festival has ended with a loud splash. The annual event (except for last year, of course) always attracts crowds, but this year people in a “post-Covid-oops-here comes...