Jaine Treadwell

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Good girls don’t do snuff

Like a lot of women of my childhood, my grandmother dipped snuff. My granny said there wasn’t a thing in the world that couldn’t be made ... Read more

Lamenting the loss of the laughing place

My laughing place is gone. When “Noie” and Grace Black closed their grocery store on the backstreet of Brundidge, they closed the door on my ... Read more

Fond memories of life as a ‘country-girl’

Often I’m chastised by my friends for my fascination with country life, especially at this time of year when there’s sweet corn to be picked ... Read more

Recalling the center of the summer universe

The center of the universe is different for everybody. Read more

Remembering Daddy, who gave me wings

Daddy died on Father’s Day 1983. So, for me “Happy Father’s Day” is an oxymoron. Losing a parent leaves a void in your life that ... Read more