Jaine Treadwell

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The merry month of May

“Mugi, it’s Barbara Allen, not Barbrie Allen,” I would say. She would shake her head and keep singing of that hardhearted Barbrie Allen. Perhaps, it ... Read more

Second time’s a charm

My nephew Tater Bug is getting married today. I wonder if he’ll tell his pretty bride that this will be his second honeymoon. Probably not. ... Read more

Not on my watch!

The roar of the Youghiogheny River was so loud that my 13-year-old son didn’t hear his daddy calling to him. At least, he didn’t let ... Read more

So lonesome I could cry

Mama loved hillbilly music. Every morning she would turn on the radio and the first sounds that I would hear would be Mama’s singing, right ... Read more

Some things nice girls don’t do

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