Catching up and bingelistened to episodes 4 & 5. Your writing and your narration always put me in a peaceful place. New listening discovery — not only is this good listening while driving, it also is great while cooking! Thanks for these weekly treats.
Well I love knowing my stories are accompanying cooking--one of my favorite pastimes. Thanks for supporting Corvairs and Horny Toads, Matt. "Binge Listened"!!! I'm thrilled.
This town is so much like the towns where I grew up in Oklahoma. Everyone knew one another and everyone took care of one another. Days of the party line, what ring was you, no secrets in this community. Not for very long anyway. A delightful read, that broke my heart and helped me heal with the love of the community. Now I have to go back and find that plush green lawn and take a nap. Yakoke Fehna Hoke
Thank you cousin. The lawn, that swing set, and playhouse was inspired by my own childhood of course. Daddy's grass was the plushest, greenest, best smelling in town and the dirt for mud pies was par to none. Also you and I would have played on that swing set together all those many years ago. Daddy set the legs into concrete so I could swing to the sky without tipping over.
Thank you, Susan. This is the story that set me on the path, showed me the way to writing the collection of short stories that is Corvairs and Horny Toads. I'm so pleased you liked it.
This story just takes me away. It’s my favorite. At first I really wanted to be mad at Clarence for what he was doing but then the anger turns to compassion in the most heartbreaking way. I love this story!!
I'm so happy to know you like this story. It was the first story I wrote that became the short story collection. This is the one that put me on the path, showed me that I wanted to write about this small town, the people who live there and the complex if small population whose situations were universal.
This tale brought a tear to my eye, Lucinda. You certainly know how to tell a story, like a Eudora Welty or Carson McCullers. Your prose is beautiful—melodic and descriptive—I could feel that plush grass on the lawn. I could smell Trixie's Shalimar. I could see that empty swing and feel the pain of Clarence and Edna. You even manage to knit in a bit of Greek tragedy, Apollo and Hyacinth, a nice touch. Keep 'em coming! And love them as podcasts.
Lucinda, I think it's your best one yet. I don't think I'll ever forget this story. I felt completely involved. I understand these people completely. Thank you.
Jane, thank you for this comment. This is the story that put me on the path to the collection of short stories that has become Corvairs and Horny Toads. This story is the one that was an epiphany--what i wanted to do was introduce a world of a small, isolated town with some familiar characters and some perhaps not so familiar but all revealing complicated lives the universality of people and situations regardless of where they are. I'm thrilled to hear that this one in particular will stay in your memory because writing this story then reading it aloud for the first time was a seminal moment for me and this project that means so much to me. Your support is very special, thank you
As always, a finely crafted story full of true insight. At first, it called back memories of my youth in Hornell, particularly images of the movie theaters that used to be in town. Next came the head-nodding that accompanies the fact that it takes 20 minutes to run a 5 minute errand to the Post Office here in Lanesboro. Finally, a strange and timely reminiscent call back to the past three weeks. And the illustrations are just added frosting! Thanks so much
Hal, I always appreciate your take on my stories. This one is really special to me because it was the one that placed me on the path of knowing that what I wanted to write was a collection of stories that show the complexity of people, the universality of the human conditions whether in a small town or not. The small town, I believe, brings the complexities into sharper focus perhaps, but nevertheless it is universal truth. And I do know that this one had resonance in light of the last few weeks in your lives--a child. It's big.
These are fantastic! what the hell are pickled peaches? Clarence and Vera are destined to be together. I could listen to you read Dick and Jane and I would be mesmerized. ❤️
Well, just wait, Clarence and Vera might show up again. I'll crack out my Fun with Dick and Jane when I run out of stories. For now, there's still more to come.
@AndyAbbott You put a whole pickled peach on your plate with a big old-fashioned meat-and-vegetables meal. It's like a relish or cole slaw -- something vinegary and a little sweet. Most people get store-bought ones, but some people make them at home -- including us. ONCE. They were delicious, but we're not canning people! (We made pickled peach jello with the leftover juice.) https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/72126/nanas-southern-pickled-peaches/
Catching up and bingelistened to episodes 4 & 5. Your writing and your narration always put me in a peaceful place. New listening discovery — not only is this good listening while driving, it also is great while cooking! Thanks for these weekly treats.
Well I love knowing my stories are accompanying cooking--one of my favorite pastimes. Thanks for supporting Corvairs and Horny Toads, Matt. "Binge Listened"!!! I'm thrilled.
This town is so much like the towns where I grew up in Oklahoma. Everyone knew one another and everyone took care of one another. Days of the party line, what ring was you, no secrets in this community. Not for very long anyway. A delightful read, that broke my heart and helped me heal with the love of the community. Now I have to go back and find that plush green lawn and take a nap. Yakoke Fehna Hoke
Thank you cousin. The lawn, that swing set, and playhouse was inspired by my own childhood of course. Daddy's grass was the plushest, greenest, best smelling in town and the dirt for mud pies was par to none. Also you and I would have played on that swing set together all those many years ago. Daddy set the legs into concrete so I could swing to the sky without tipping over.
Beautiful, Lucinda. This one really lingers… thank you!
Thank you, Susan. This is the story that set me on the path, showed me the way to writing the collection of short stories that is Corvairs and Horny Toads. I'm so pleased you liked it.
This story just takes me away. It’s my favorite. At first I really wanted to be mad at Clarence for what he was doing but then the anger turns to compassion in the most heartbreaking way. I love this story!!
I'm so happy to know you like this story. It was the first story I wrote that became the short story collection. This is the one that put me on the path, showed me that I wanted to write about this small town, the people who live there and the complex if small population whose situations were universal.
This tale brought a tear to my eye, Lucinda. You certainly know how to tell a story, like a Eudora Welty or Carson McCullers. Your prose is beautiful—melodic and descriptive—I could feel that plush grass on the lawn. I could smell Trixie's Shalimar. I could see that empty swing and feel the pain of Clarence and Edna. You even manage to knit in a bit of Greek tragedy, Apollo and Hyacinth, a nice touch. Keep 'em coming! And love them as podcasts.
Music to my ears. Thank you, Jeanine.
Lucinda, I think it's your best one yet. I don't think I'll ever forget this story. I felt completely involved. I understand these people completely. Thank you.
Jane, thank you for this comment. This is the story that put me on the path to the collection of short stories that has become Corvairs and Horny Toads. This story is the one that was an epiphany--what i wanted to do was introduce a world of a small, isolated town with some familiar characters and some perhaps not so familiar but all revealing complicated lives the universality of people and situations regardless of where they are. I'm thrilled to hear that this one in particular will stay in your memory because writing this story then reading it aloud for the first time was a seminal moment for me and this project that means so much to me. Your support is very special, thank you
As always, a finely crafted story full of true insight. At first, it called back memories of my youth in Hornell, particularly images of the movie theaters that used to be in town. Next came the head-nodding that accompanies the fact that it takes 20 minutes to run a 5 minute errand to the Post Office here in Lanesboro. Finally, a strange and timely reminiscent call back to the past three weeks. And the illustrations are just added frosting! Thanks so much
Hal, I always appreciate your take on my stories. This one is really special to me because it was the one that placed me on the path of knowing that what I wanted to write was a collection of stories that show the complexity of people, the universality of the human conditions whether in a small town or not. The small town, I believe, brings the complexities into sharper focus perhaps, but nevertheless it is universal truth. And I do know that this one had resonance in light of the last few weeks in your lives--a child. It's big.
These are fantastic! what the hell are pickled peaches? Clarence and Vera are destined to be together. I could listen to you read Dick and Jane and I would be mesmerized. ❤️
Well, just wait, Clarence and Vera might show up again. I'll crack out my Fun with Dick and Jane when I run out of stories. For now, there's still more to come.
Andy, I will have to make a jar of pickled peaches just for you. You must not go through life without having the sheer joy of such a treat.
@AndyAbbott You put a whole pickled peach on your plate with a big old-fashioned meat-and-vegetables meal. It's like a relish or cole slaw -- something vinegary and a little sweet. Most people get store-bought ones, but some people make them at home -- including us. ONCE. They were delicious, but we're not canning people! (We made pickled peach jello with the leftover juice.) https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/72126/nanas-southern-pickled-peaches/