August 26, 1964 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. Do you see what’s in the picture? A typewriter! My very own typewriter. Mr. Atkinson, the lawyer in the office across the street from us, bought his secretary a new typewriter and let me buy her old one for twenty dollars. I had to break my piggy bank, but who …
Sleuthing like the Hardy Boys
August 19, 1964 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill Main Street. Well, actually I’m not on Main. I’m out on Barton Road where we live. Cleaning my room. Not by choice! But Aunt Love says it has to be done. She says I’m a pack rat. That’s not true. Not exactly true anyway. I simply like to save my books …
Mysteries in the Safe
When I was a kid, there was a safe in an outbuilding at my aunt’s house. The safe was the size of a small chest and locked. Nobody knew the combination. Nobody knew what was in the safe. It was from the past that nobody in my family remembered. At one time, some of my ancestors operated a distillery. My …
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