Lisa Kelley

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Farming on Main Street

Collards, cast iron in the city

Subscriber onlyThere are some things I take for granted that folks of a certain age know how to do. Where I was raised, there wasn't a soul around who didn't know how to season a cast iron skillet, to stack wood in a proper cord or to quilt, embroider, knit or crochet. Even my Uncle Ronnie -- a tough fella who for three decades alternated every month between farming and steering a riverboat down the Mississippi -- once crocheted an afghan to pass the time. Continue reading...

Commentary: A way with words

Some people have knack for phrases worth repeating

Subscriber onlySome folks just have a way of sayin' things. You know 'em, those folks who can choose words or turns of phrases that make their point just a little more colorful -- and quotable -- than most. Continue reading...

Commentary: Haves, have nots and want mores

Tag sale yields valuable lesson

Subscriber onlyRecently, I came across items I've not used in quite some time. I have four space heaters. I use one. The other three sit in the garage lined up like they're waiting for a bus. How wasteful! Someone could be using those. Continue reading...

My roots are showing: Things that don't make sense

Subscriber onlyMy mama used to say I was "born 40," meaning I was an old soul at a tender age. This was challenging at times when I was young, but, now that I'm solidly north of 40 years, I feel I have a distinct advantage. I have experience. I've been middle-aged since I was an infant. Continue reading...

Commentary: A lifelong affair

Reading continues to open new worlds

Subscriber onlyEducation begins the gentleman, but reading, good company and reflection must finish him. Continue reading...

Commentary: No holds barred

Modern communication challenges good sense

Subscriber onlyI have a love-hate relationship with the telephone company. Ma Bell keeps changing, and I keep trying to leave things alone because I know -- no matter what she says -- there's always some glitch that will have me on the phone with her for a couple of hours straightening things out. Continue reading...

My Roots Are Showing: Farm life fails to charm

Farm life fails to meet expectations

Subscriber onlyMy lifelong love of animals is no secret to anyone who knows me even a smidgen. Growing up an only child in a valley between two hills, miles from other folks, animals became my companions. I'd climb a tree or sit near the edge of the valley, quietly watching as deer, fox and other critters resumed their activities and viewed me as part of their environment. That is, of course, until I could no longer resist talking to them or reaching out to scratch an ear, which made them flinch and sound the danger alert which, in turn, resulted in a few unfortunate multi-species stampedes. But over time, I was generally accepted as the scrawny, talkative furless one, and I accepted them for their genuine and loyal natures, traits I found scarce in those of my own kind. Continue reading...

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Social media started at Gram’s house

Subscriber onlyHot summer nights make me think of the summers I spent at my grandmother's place when I was a kid. Continue reading...

Commentary: The lost art of style

Dressy traditions give way to modern conveniences

Subscriber onlyAs regular readers of this column well know, I love all things vintage. From housewares to personal attire to my choice of transportation, I've long said I was born in the wrong era. Based on this knowledge of my attraction to things not of my generation, one might justly conclude I have an interest in history. Continue reading...

Commentary: Graveyard visits etched memories

Subscriber onlyMy mama had several entertaining talents. She was a great dancer, whether in a dance hall or in sock feet on our linoleum floor. She loved music and gardening, and sometimes combined the two as she sang to her moss roses while weeding in our front lawn. And the woman could pop gum and blow a bubble to rival any teenager in any locker room in the nation. But she had one interest that simply confounded me. Continue reading...

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