Phelps, Dawn
JUST A LITTLE LIGHTA Train Story—Right Under My Nose
By Dawn Phelps
I have lived in Miltonvale or nearby for many years—my first husband and I moved here in 1971. A few years ago, my husband Tom pointed out...
Phelps, Dawn
Just a Little Light: “You Are So Rich”
A few weeks before my mother died several years ago, she made the remark to me, “You are so rich.”
The remark caught me by...
Phelps, Dawn
Just a Little Light: Dick, Harry, and the Racoon
Dawn Phelps
Columnist
I recently wrote about our little town with its own Tom, Dick, and Harry, and this story is about Harry, Dick, and a...
Phelps, Dawn
True Confessions of Young Train Hoppers
Last week I wrote about Miltonvale, the town of Tom, Dick, and Harry. Rarely I have joined the three boys for tea in the...
Phelps, Dawn
JUST A LITTLE LIGHT Miltonvale’s Own Tom, Dick, and Harry
by Dawn Phelps
Miltonvale, Kansas, is the only town I know of that can boast of their very own “Tom, Dick, and Harry.” Their parents,...
Phelps, Dawn
Just a Little Light: Trees and Seasons
Dawn Phelps
Columnist
Autumn has made her presence known. A beautiful maple tree over on the hill in our town is showing off colors of orange...
Phelps, Dawn
Just a Little Light: “But, Madam, Don’t You Wish You Could?”
Dawn Phelps
Columnist
Many years ago, I made a visit to the home of an elderly man in another town for a painting lesson. The...
Phelps, Dawn
Just a Little Light: The Edge
Dawn Phelps
Columnist
A story is told of a very rich man who needed to hire a new chauffeur. The rich man lived in a beautiful...
Phelps, Dawn
Just a Little Light: School Days When My Daddy Was a Kid
Dawn Phelps
Columnist
School days, school days, dear old golden rule days,
Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic, Taught to the tune of a hick'ry stick,
You were my...
Phelps, Dawn
Just a Little Light: “Make It Do It Again, Grandma!”
Dawn Phelps
Columnist
It was a Wednesday, a day that was busier than we had expected. That morning, as usual, I made “the list” of...
Phelps, Dawn
Just a Little Light: Then I Remembered E. P. McKee
Dawn Phelps
Columnist
It was a hot, muggy day in Columbia, Tennessee, the town of my birth. Just rolling down a car window let in a...
