by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. I can imagine the scene. Og the caveman wakes in his cave, stretches, belches up a bit of the mastodon nuggets from the night before, looks over and sees his wife Ogala still sleeping by the fire, then walks out into the...
by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. It’s a tradition as old and storied as church potlucks and yearly prostate exams …each Midwestern town must hold its annual talent show, and Poosey proudly and sometimes less proudly steps up with its own version. The...
by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. Olga wouldn’t leave her porch. I was just a kid running wild and loose along the roads ’round Poosey when I noticed her sitting there. She’d come out early that morning to take her usual place in the wooden rocker on her...
by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. For all his faults, and they stretch the length of my arm, husband Herb has some good things going for him. Above all the man believes in civility. Yes, he hollers and gripes and moans like a whiney child at times, but when...
by Freida Marie Crump Greetings from Poosey. Mindy will be entering her junior year in high school this week. She’s been our little neighbor girl since the day she was born and we’ve sort of considered her ours. Our sweetheart was raised by good parents and nurtured...
