Beth L Barnett
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, MOM
In 1905, five-year-old Beth Ripley left home alone. She walked down a busy street that rattled with rickety, wobbly cars. She had a destination in mind.
When she was discovered missing, her mother, Rose Ripley, flew into a… Continue reading
NUCLEAR BOMB SCARE
What we won’t do to protect our children. It sounds silly now, but in the 1950’s, the infamous cold war between Russia and the United States had us believing Russia might drop a nuclear bomb. Clayton and I had two… Continue reading
DOGWOODS
Our farm in the Ozarks had a thick, twenty-acre oak and cedar forest sprinkled with dogwood trees. Blooming in the spring, the dogwoods looked like slender, teenage girls with flowers in their hair. They dotted the woods with bright beacons… Continue reading
Tornados
It’s tornado season again, a scary time of year.
Once a long time ago, we heard the sirens go off. I rushed the children to the basement while their foolhardy father stood outside watching… Continue reading
ADAM’S NEEDLE – BETH’S NEW NOVEL
Anti-Semitism is not new. When we lived on our farm in the Ozarks, we sometimes got that niggling feeling in the pit of our stomachs, for we could see ADAM’S NEEDLE from our front door. It was a cliff upon… Continue reading
