My first guest blog was a 2015 post by Linda Bethea of Nutstrok.
Sally Cronin of Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life thought it deserved a re-post, so here it is.
The original post begins below this drawing by Linda’s Mother, Kathleen Swain.

My first test subject guest blogger is Linda Bethea of Nutstok.
When I read her blog I feel like I’m visiting with a friend.
Linda’s style is graceful and she writes with empathy and love.
“Forever Mom” is a drawing by Linda’s Mother, Kathleen Swain..
Linda wrote: I am so delighted my dear friend Robert Goldstein asked me to do a guest post for him. He was gracious enough to allow me to share a portion of Kathleen’s Memoirs of The Great Depression, my current work in progress.
Thanks so much Robert.
The Gentlest of Men“Good to see you, Doc, but the baby didn’t wait for you. Lizzie was just cleaning up after breakfast when she told to send for you and Miz Smith. She barely had time to put a pot of beans on and shoo the kids out to work the tomatoes before Miz Smith made it here. I shore was proud to see Miz Smith by the time she got here.” Roscoe ushered him in to the front room where the only sign of a recent delivery was Lizzie nursing her newborn. Not wanting the doctor or the kids to find the place a mess, Mary Smith had hurriedly tidied up the mess from birthing and put it out to soak. Before heading back to her own family, she had bathed the baby, helped Lizzie into a clean gown and put the embroidered sheets back on the front room bed. Dr. Bohl knew those sheets were on display for his benefit and would be carefully folded away as soon as he left. The little girl howled at being examined, flushing and waving her fists, clearly preferring her mother to this indignity. Dr. Bohl allowed she’d be a fine baby, if she lived and did well. She had slipped up on them late in life, with Roscoe nearing fifty and Lizzie thirty-eight. Had anyone been dared ask the couple a year ago if they wanted another child, they’d have declared, “That’s the last thing we need in these hard times,” but she’d found a welcome home.
Roscoe called the kids in to the surprise of a new sister before making a pan of cornbread to go with Lizzie’s beans. Mystified that a headache could turn into a baby, Annie sliced fresh tomatoes and heated leftover stewed squash between peeks at the baby she’d been allowed the honor of naming, Kathleen Gordon Ree Holdaway. Kathleen, for a distant cousin the infant Kathleen wouldn’t meet for more than fifty years. Gordon was a traditional family name and Ree was for one of Roscoe’s domino playing buddies, a name Kathleen learned to heartily despise. Every time she looked at the man, she was disgusted Daddy had picked him to name her for. John set the table and brought in water and wood for the cook stove without being told. Roscoe took Lizzie a full plate and a mason jar of fresh milk before the rest of them got started. After their early supper, Roscoe and Dr. Bohl drank coffee in the front room and talked with Lizzie while the kids cleaned up and whispered in the kitchen. Doc’s cynical opinion altered when he found them both well-read, Lizzie having qualified as a teacher before her marriage. Roscoe kept him laughing with tales of his wild misdeeds as a young man. On a corner table, several books were stacked near the coal oil lamp, where a tattered copy of Robinson Crusoe lay bookmarked with a scrap of paper. Before they finished their coffee, the bawling of the hungry calf and cow’s lowing called Roscoe to evening chores.
Digging deep in his overalls pocket, Roscoe dug out a lone dollar he had managed to save since the disturbing day Lizzie had told him she’d need a doctor that spring. Dr. Bohl considered, needing cash as much as the next man, but in a rare moment of warmth, decided against taking it, knowing it was the only cash they had. “I missed most of the work. If it’s all the same to you, I’d sooner have my pay in garden stuff. I’d sure appreciate if you could throw in a ham.” Relieved, Roscoe filled a tow sack with potatoes, tomatoes, a smoked ham, two quarts of canned peaches, a couple of dozen eggs, and a pound of butter……..far more than a dollars’ worth. Miss Loney had been hounding him about his bill at the store. Both men were pleased with their transaction and before Dr. Bohl left, they shared a nip from the bottle Roscoe kept tucked high on a kitchen shelf.
Hours later with the kids in bed and Lizzie at rest after her exhausting day, Roscoe smoked and read a western in the dim light of the coal oil lamp. Kathleen stirred and mewed quietly in her mother’s arms. Her gaunt father lifted her, and returned to his chair for a cuddle, “Well, Kitten. It’s just me and you. The rest of ‘em gave it up. You want to talk to your old daddy just a little. Well…..” The gentlest of men, Roscoe’s heart melted anew, for this unexpected child of his age. He loved his other children, but was never able to hide his special feelings for her. To him, she was never Kathleen. From that day on, it warmed her heart to hear him call her “Kitten,” signaling a fine mood. Kat was for ordinary days.
To see more of Linda’s fine work please visit Nutstrok
(c) Linda Bethea and Kathleen Swain all rights reserved.
First posted April 16, 2015
What a lovely story. It certainly illustrates that money does not buy happiness and love.
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Reblogged this on Survivors Blog Here.
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What a delightful surprise. Thank you.
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Loved that story and these days parents that age could well be having their first baby!
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
I love tales from Linda Bethea especially about her mother Kathleen and Robert Goldstein has a terrific guest post from 2015 which is and excerpt from Kathleen’s memoirs of the depression years. Well worth heading over to read.
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A delightful post from Linda. Thanks for sharing here. Hugs all around.
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Thanks.thank you.thanks.
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Great post and love the header… if ever you were thinking of reposting your earlier articles.. this one would be a good candidate.
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I’ll schedule it for
Sunday Morning8AM this morning. Thanks for the suggestion Sally.LikeLike
Awesome post. Hi Linda .
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Hello.
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Love Linda as a writer and the person I got to know while mingling in the blogging world. She is such a great writer and I enjoy reading her posts very much.
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I so appreciate Rob letting me share this.
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When I’ve cleared away some of the other work on my plate I’m going to line up a solid list of guest bloggers.
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Simply a beautiful piece of writing. Thanks for this post!
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Yes it is, thank you for reading it.
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Sweet story.
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I do love the story and the writing style. Delightful reading. Thank you for sharing. ❤
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Linda is amazing!!!
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Yes,…I think she’s wonderful!
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Potential typo, you are referred as Nutstroke in the last sentence. But I agree with his intro, I enjoy the storytelling style and smaller world feel.
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Thank you…
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Thank you, It’s possible that I’ve misunderstood you. Nutstroke is the name of Linda’s blog. So it’s link to her blog.
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Nutsrok is how I think it shows up on mine. No t or e. Like Nuts Rock! Instead of Nut Stroke. Maybe I have been reading it wrong all this time 🙂 lol
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LOL…well it sounds like fun! I’m glad I checked, thank you for saying something to me about it.
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Reblogged this on Nutsrok and commented:
Reblogged from art by Robert Goldstein
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Thank you. This is lovely.
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Good. I fussed over it. 🙂
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Beautiful job. I am so proud to be your first guest!
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cool! 🙂
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