Nora Davis
Bio
I hope the fables and poems speak to you in a personal way and the family stories bring back special moments from your own tribe.
Stories (6/0)
Pink Convertibles and Running Water
Feb 6,1957 The smell of coal smoke permeated the warm school house as my teacher, Mrs. Walker, led me to the side door nearest my first grade classroom. She was nervous and shaking. As I looked out the glass pane wondering why she had brought me here, she leaned down to my level, “Your mom has just gone to the hospital. She won’t be gone too long and she’ll bring back your babies.”
By Nora Davisabout a year ago in Families
Saffron and Thistle
Saffron’s little nose wiggled as she sniffed the clover and munched the green leaves, idly listening to the sounds of chirping birds in the tall trees above her. Morning was her favorite time. No one else was awake and she didn’t have to worry about the predators of young rabbits, just yet, anyway. She’d have her breakfast and hop around the neighborhood.
By Nora Davis2 years ago in Fiction
Picking Plums
Through the lens of Mama, 1964. Our plums are ready to pick approximately when other fruits and berries are ripe, therefore, it is a dreaded time for my children as they know they will be called upon to help with every vegetable, tuber, bean and fruit. I like to dress in Lathel’s khaki’s for this event--shirt, pants and hat so my children will figure out what is about to happen. Wake them around 5:00 am so they know it’s serious out there. Temperatures are at their hottest the last part of June and July. Dressing in long sleeves and pants protects from stings and keeps the body cool. My kids will dress in sleeveless tops and shorts. Wasps and bees like to start work when the sun shines brightly. They also love vegetables, tubers, beans, and fruit. I like to get in the garden before they do. Also, I can be alone and think.
By Nora Davis2 years ago in Families
