• The C’mon Inn   I grew up on a farm that had a long gravel driveway. The advantage to the long driveway was that in the evening we could see the headlights of any car headed our way. My mom had us trained to pick up the house in the amount of time it took for a car […] Becky Blue 7 responses November 12, 2015
  • Made by a Name I can still plainly hear my voice on that first day of kindergarten at District #32 just down the gravel road from our farm in rural South Dakota. My teacher, Mrs. Dangel, was reading the roll call, “Rebecca?” to see if I was present. (There were only five of us seated around a tiny table […] Becky Blue 15 responses November 2, 2015