A Weekly Visit of Tales, Tidings, and Old-Time Country Comfort

Welcome!

It’s been a full and eventful week in Honey Hill Country, and one worth talking about.

As always, The Hearth & Holler Gazette is a work of fiction set in a place that exists most clearly in the imagination — though from time to time it may resemble somewhere you have known. But for first time visitors, it may help to know where — and when — we are, and what I am talking about

The Hearth & Holler Gazette hails from Honey Hill Country, a small, rural corner of the Missouri Ozarks, as it might have been known in the year 1904 — a time of front porches and wagon roads, oil lamps and handwritten letters, when news traveled at a human pace, and a Saturday paper was meant to be read slowly, with coffee close at hand. This is not a paper of breaking news or loud headlines. It prefers instead to notice it — the small, human-sized moments that once filled a morning without asking much in return.

The Hearth & Holler Gazette is a work of fiction — a made-up paper from a made-up place, written in the spirit of an earlier time. Any resemblance to real towns, people, or events is entirely coincidental, though we do our best to make it feel otherwise.

This must be understood at the beginning — the towns, fields, and citizens described here exist only within these pages. With that firmly agreed, the small and ordinary wonders of the week may unfold as they will. That is the way of things here. That is all we need to know, and that ought to be enough.

So, with that said  — Please come on in. Your paper awaits . . . . . . 

And would you prefer Coffee or Tea with your newspaper?

 

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A Weekly Visit of Tales, Tidings, and Old-Time Country Comfort

Welcome!

It’s been a full and lively week in Honey Hill Country.

From the rabbits’ tooting sound of joyful Carrozelas across the hills to the gathering of neighbors along the roadside, the past several days have brought a great deal of movement, merriment, and shared moments worth noting. As the season’s celebrations draw to a close, there is both much to remember and, perhaps, a little quiet beginning to return.

As always, The Hearth & Holler Gazette is a work of fiction set in a place that exists most clearly in the imagination — though from time to time it may resemble somewhere you have known. But for first time visitors, it may help to know where — and when — we are, and what I am talking about

The Hearth & Holler Gazette hails from Honey Hill Country, a small, rural corner of the Missouri Ozarks, as it might have been known in the year 1904 — a time of front porches and wagon roads, oil lamps and handwritten letters, when news traveled at a human pace, and a Saturday paper was meant to be read slowly, with coffee close at hand. This is not a paper of breaking news or loud headlines. It prefers instead to notice it — the small, human-sized moments that once filled a morning without asking much in return.

The Hearth & Holler Gazette is a work of fiction — a made-up paper from a made-up place, written in the spirit of an earlier time. Any resemblance to real towns, people, or events is entirely coincidental, though we do our best to make it feel otherwise.

This must be understood at the beginning — the towns, fields, and citizens described here exist only within these pages. With that firmly in mind, the small and ordinary wonders of the week may unfold as they will. That is the way of things here. That is all we need to know, and that ought to be enough.

So, with that said  — Please come on in. Your paper awaits . . . . . .

And would you prefer Coffee or Tea with your newspaper?

 

Continue reading →

A Weekly Visit of Tales, Tidings, and Old-Time Country Comfort

Welcome!

It’s been a lively week in Honey Hill Country.

As always, this Gazette is a work of fiction from a made-up place — though, at times, it may feel otherwise.

Something has taken hold across the countryside these past several days. What began as a cheerful note here and there has grown into a full chorus — carrozelas sounding from field to field, roosters answering in earnest reply, and voices carrying a little farther than usual as folks gather, prepare, and take part.

There is a sense, not easily measured but plainly felt, that things are building.

The final week of March Madness Days now approaches, bringing with it the Grand Parade, closing celebrations, and the promise of moments that will likely be talked about long after they have passed. Along the way, there has been chocolate in abundance, burrows dressed to their finest, and no shortage of good company to be found.

And yet, as is often the case, not everything moves at the same pace. A few matters ask for steadier attention — and will, in due time, receive it.

For now, the days are full, the sounds are many, and the countryside is very much awake.

Let us step inside and see what the week has brought.

Your paper awaits . . . . . . 

And would you prefer Coffee or Tea with your newspaper?

 

Continue reading →