Back in June 2016, I started a new "series" of posts... if you will... 
 And so on Wednesdays; I've been posting an old photograph to inspire your creativity.
Write a poem!   
 Plot out a short story.
 Have inspiration for a piece of art or composition.... let your artistic soul shine.
--and occasionally I write my own sordid story or poem. 
 (you can click on the photos in this post to make it larger to see).


Nancy Mae was a feisty girl. Growing up with 6 brothers, who taught her to climb trees... race bicycles... jump off cliffs
... and play football ... all lead her to be one of the "tough" girls in school.
She didn't mind, though. She wasn't a "girlie-girl," as her mother put it.
So it was no surprise when she decided to travel out to Oklahoma with a friend who was going to school there. She didn't go to school... instead, she got a job as a waitress in a country bar, and soon began dating a local cowhand named Earl. Only 3 months later, they got married and settled down on his grandparent's farm. They helped his grandmother (his grandfather had passed on) tend to the cows, chickens and expansive gardens. Soon, they added goats and hogs. Plowing fields, raising stock... it was hard work... but they loved it. After his grandmother Pearl passed on a few years later, they added a couple rooms to the little house, to make room for children... which would come soon enough. It was a good life. A simple life. And as Nancy Mae was oft to say... "she was born for it."