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Write about Iowa

posted Dec 6, 2016, 6:56 AM by Cherie Dargan

 
barn
 
Left -- An old barn on my grandparent's farm, rural Tama County.

Right -- Grandma Nellie in 1946 with two of her grandchildren, Charlene and Jimmy.
nellie and lee wedding picture 1913

Left -- Nellie and Lee's wedding picture, 1913.

Right -- Aunt Jeanne, in the yard of the old farmhouse, just a few years ago.
 
Aunt Jeanne by the old farm house

“Write about Iowa,” he said. Corn fields, country roads, old barns, small towns, county fairs, good schools and friendly people. Church every Sunday & visiting my Grandma Nellie’s farm. Growing up, we ate jello, fried chicken, potato salad, biscuits, casseroles and brownies at church suppers. Our house had a playhouse in the back yard and a storm shelter where we huddled, listening to the wind howl. We decorated the graves of relatives in country cemeteries each May. Grandpa Art rang sleigh bells outside one snowy Christmas Eve and we thought Santa flew above the house, past snow drifts, train tracks, the county Courthouse, and farm fields outside of Marshalltown.  We took road trips over rivers, bluffs, rolling hills: seeing eagles and deer. My parents remodeled the country school house where mom once taught: they planted a garden, rescued cats & enjoyed views of the rolling hills & Nellie’s farm house.


Last updated Dec. 6, 2016

Revisiting Aquidneck Island: 30 years later

posted Nov 13, 2016, 1:00 PM by Cherie Dargan

Can you tell a story in 150 words? 

Revisiting Aquidneck Island: 30 years later

Driving over the Mount Hope Bridge, we’re on Aquidneck Island. We drive by First Beach and turn onto Annandale Road: then we see a shabby Methodist church and parsonage next door—once mine. Peeking into the windows, they are empty. I remember my family, friends, babies, faith, laughter, and dinners. Mike takes pictures of me on the church steps. I was a young pastor’s wife with two small children when I left here 30 years ago: then, came heartbreak and finally healing. I’m a college professor and grandmother now, happily remarried. We go back to the beach and hear the roar of the ocean: then drive to our hotel, check in and admire the view at sunset from our room overlooking Newport harbor. It’s filled with boats and tourists: we take a harbor tour, enjoy the sunshine, water, with seagulls flying overhead. I feel at peace and smile at Mike.


 
cherie and mike at boat wheel newport summer 12
 
old swedish methodist church in newport rhode island
 
the drive to first beach on Memorial Drive from our house on Annadale Road
Mike and I at the wheel of our tour boat, Newport Harbor, summer 2012Our old church and parsonage on Annandale Road in Newport, R. I.The view of First Beach from Memorial Blvd in Newport, just down the hill from our house.

Last updated Nov. 13, 2016

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