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Imogene Caldwell

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A series of writings

Chapter 1

Editor's Note: As features editor here at the Times, I have received several requests for "more of Imogene's stories." Striving always to please, I recently paid a visit to our local author, managin

Time flies by so fast these days that I'm surprised that people get anything done. This past January, I thought to myself that if the days could get any shorter, I think they would. It was dar
One particular day, I saw that it was raining again and that the clouds were dark and dreary. Sometimes I would see the sun trying to shine but it would be very weak and lazy and stayed around only f
I watched the mother redbirds come to my bird feeder to get a good meal but I seldom ever saw a male come by. I guessed that they must go out and find their breakfasts the old fashioned way - by wor
The thermometer on my porch on this day read 56 degrees. That's too warm for a good, big snow. I would have liked to have seen one, though. A good, deep snow like the ones my children loved to roll
For now, 2006 has already begun and is already half over. I am still trying to figure out where 2005 went. Wherever it went, it sure was in a hurry to get there. I'm guessing that this year will be
Twenty years ago, on the 28th day of January, the space ship Challenger blew up just seconds after takeoff. The little school teacher aboard helped me remember this date because one teacher loves ano
Well, as I said before,ten years ago, on the 6th day of January, a big blizzard came through here and covered us with twenty inches of snow. The cold winds howled around our chimney and puffed soot d
This past January, I saw many dreary days. Days that were very cold when a gloomy blanket of fog hung around. It was hard even to see the church house across the road. Hardly no one ever came by.
One afternoon, a little bird not much bigger than my thumb flew smack against my window with a loud thump. He may have killed himself, I don't know. At the time, I couldn't walk well enough to go ou
The wood in my house is getting old, just like me. How old does wood have to be to considered old? Anyway, the walls creak and the upstairs floors crack. Creak and crack - all at the same time. I
My cane comes in handy these days. It shuts the refrigerator door for me and, for that matter, the kitchen door, too. My cane is very talented. It straightens out rugs so that I won't stumble. It
I like to go to the TV room and watch Judge Judy. It makes me glad that I'm not in as bad a shape as some of those people on there are. I say, "Come on, Cane, let's go." Oh well, you must think I'm
On one cold night last winter, Jimmy came by and brought me some pork ribs and kraut. I sat down and relished that good food with a big glass of cold milk. Jimmy's a better cook than I am, and that'
I look forward to seeing my mail and the newsy Floyd County Times. My good friend Donna sometimes brings it in to me. And here I sometimes waste my time thinking that no one cares. I don't know why
My Floyd County Times is full of news - dope and rape, crimes, murder, incest, prostitution, abuse, sex and robbery - everywhere. Not just here, but all over. The obituaries are full of the names of
Well, I'll be back later to talk some more. My good friend, Kathy Prater, has assured me of that. In the meantime, I hope you're enjoying your summer and that you have some pretty flowers to look at
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