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March 31, 1966 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky where not much happens in March. That’s for sure. But it is spring and Miss Sally’s chickens are getting cute little feathers and it’s warm enough for me to ride my bicycle or go roller skating. But roller skating is more fun when somebody is roller skating with you and …
Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. I love words. I like the way they sound. Words like tinkle, slither, clap, pop, sizzle, squeak. Did you know they are actually called something that doesn’t sound like what it is at all? Or maybe it does and I just don’t know how to pronounce it. Onomatopoeia. That’s one hard word to …
“Help me to continue writing through those black moments of discouragement when I feel that nothing I write is good or worthwhile or will ever be read by anyone.” (an excerpt from A Writer’s Prayer by H. Joseph Chadwick) From the time I got hold of my first notebook and pen, I wanted to be a writer. All those lines …
A New Year’s Sunday in Hollyhill Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill. Well, Holly County, actually. I’m not in town. I’m at our house. Alone. On a Sunday morning. It feels really strange to be in the house alone, especially on a Sunday. I have a cold. A sneezing, eye-watering cold. Even Aunt Love said I shouldn’t go to church. …
Jocie Brooke here reporting from Holly County. Things have been pretty busy with school stuff. Those teachers love giving tests this time of the year. So I hunted up a report I wrote a while back about being out at Miss Sally’s farm again. Maybe you missed reading it the first time and will like this repeat. Reruns on television …
February 1, 1966 Jocie Brook here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. I’ll have to keep Dad from seeing that headline. He would sit me down and give me a long talk about hating any day. He’d tell me that every day was a gift from the Lord and one to be glad to face. He would say he learned how precious …
Hunting Strange on Main Street in Hollyhill Hello. Jocie Brooke here reporting from Main Street, Hollyhill, Kentucky where everything seems pretty ordinary the same as every day. My fellow reporter, Wesley Green, thinks I’ll spot something strange to report on here in our new venture, the Hollyhill Book of the Strange. But I’m still thinking the Book of the Ordinary …
Some things are keepsakes that can’t be gotten rid of even though they have no real value other than sentimental attachment. This picture is one of those things here at my mother’s house that my sisters and I would never be able to throw away. When we were children, the picture hung in the corner of our aunt’s living room. It …