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A Very Blessed Day

A Very Blessed Day

Some days are full of surprises–Like Christmas, only no one told you it was coming. I had one of those last Friday and Saturday.

I was packing to go to a writer’s conference with my friend Rebecca when the phone rang.

“Mrs. Jadlow, this is Larry Gunderson. Could I stop by for a minute?”


Larry grew up next door to us. He came in from St. Louis for a funeral. We chatted for a little while before he had to leave. It was so good to see him again.

Old neighbor, Larry

Rebecca came and we were on the way to Fort Scott. We arrived just after noon and headed for the NuGrille, the local diner. The place was packed. As we hunted for a table someone called my name. It was my high school friend, Judy, who now lives in Nassau, Bahamas. She was headed for Kansas City to a wedding. We took a quick picture and then parted.

Sally & Judy

Later, Rebecca and I took a tour of the town, checked out the local stores, and settled beside a lake at the  park for a time of quiet writing. It was one of those perfect days–mild weather, gentle breeze, and singing cicadas.

Gunn Park Lake






The next day the skies dripped with a steady rain. We discovered the night cook, Julia, standing on the porch of the motel. She hadn’t brought an umbrella and hoped the rain would ease a bit so she could walk the two miles home.

“Where do you live?”

“Down on 3rd Street.”

Rebecca pulled up to the porch.

I said, “Hop in. We’re going that way.”

We arrived at the retreat just in time to put our books on display. I made a couple of new friends and enjoyed the company of old ones while we learned new tricks to help us research and put software to better use. One of my new friends is going to use God’s Little Miracle Book as a morning devotional with her home-school kids.

I’m so glad Rebecca talked me into going. I would have missed so much fun.


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Life in Ottawa, KS

Life in Ottawa, KS

While Uncle Sam shipped Dad to France and then Germany during WW II, Mom and I stayed in Ottawa, Kansas. Here we are in front of our home at 212 W. 5th. The house still stands today.

Mom managed a clothing store there. She hired a sitter, Leota, who was probably in her late 50s at the time. She’d never married. Usually Leota took care of elderly people. I proved to be quite a handful for this dear lady who was not accustomed to small children–especially those who never stopped.

Mrs. Kingsley lived next door. She had a boyfriend I called Smiffy. I often visited Mrs. Kingsley. We’d have tea and cookies together. I don’t ever recall Smiffy joining our tea parties.

When the war was over in 1945 Dad got to come home in October. Soon we moved back to Fort Scott, Kansas. Mom stayed home for a while and Dad managed Edmiston’s Department Store until he and his brother-in-law opened an Oldsmobile dealership in about 1950. With the war over, everyone wanted a car they had been unable to purchase during the war years.

I cover these years in my book Hard Times in the Heartland.

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