Jane Tahti

Upstairs in downtown, part 4: Tom saves our toddler

When we lived upstairs, spring and summer days found our bay windows pushed up, with fresh air streaming through the tall screens.  Even in the kitchen, the windows were almos ...

Upstairs in downtown, part 3: Intoxicated

When we lived upstairs, our big kitchen windows overlooked the alley parking lot of the little old Lincoln Police Department.   One night, a police car pulled into the lot. ...

July is for George, part 3: America’s patriotic gardener

No, no and no!  Young George did not chop down that cherry tree. No, no and no!  He did not confess with that prissy little sentence: “I cannot tell a lie.” ...

The Magazine, part three Cuba, curds and Lazy Liver candy

Apparently, many Victorian women were itching to break loose from their corsets and try their luck at earning some spending money.  Toward this liberated end, the magazi ...

Dresser drawers The magazine, part one

It's an old, old dresser, belonging to my great-grandparents.  Old as it was, it seemed as if it had enough life left in it to allow the wood to grow back together, almos ...

Tax Time in Lincoln, part one Money, honey

They sat in the corner of one of Lincoln's quiet little restaurants. He'd already finished his taxes and set them off to the side.  He watched h ...

Out of the Classroom, Part 3 The show-and-tell shell

I mentioned the forbidden book incident in this column two weeks ago but there was another incident that I've never forgotten, one that seemed actively dangerous.   ...

Out of the classroom - Part 4 Call me Ishmael

During one brief Moby Dick moment of teaching, I caught a glimpse of two white whales.  In the course of that sighting, I lost all credibility. No, I wasn't on the ...

Out of the classroom, Part 2 An Immigrant Boy

            I was walking to my classroom, when I heard my name called. My neighboring teacher rushed up to me, her face full of concern. ...

Irish all the way – part 7 "Treasures in the Potato Patch"

Ireland was the last stop for the Celts.   Pushed west, ever west, to the shores of the Atlantic Ocean, their culture rose up as if against a seawall instead of slipping ...

Irish All the Way Part One- An Irish World of Words

On their way west to California in 1853, the Fleming family stopped at Salt Lake City in search of their Mormon relatives, the Grahams. That night, family affection brought the tw ...

A children’s Christmas story The wooden horseman

It was Christmas! The ornaments were so happy! The sleepy loneliness of the rest of the year vanished as soon they were taken out of their tissue-filled boxes. They were thrilled ...

High school hi-jinks Part two – “Breaking Bad,” starring my friend J.

Fate dealt an unkind blow to J.  She got in big trouble.  Such big trouble that she was called into the principal’s office.  As if that wasn’t bad eno ...

High school hi-jinks Part one - the picnic and other eyefuls

I don’t know why those two high school boyfriends of ours got so testy.  So irritated.   What was the big deal?  They wouldn’t even have known th ...

The long road to Lincoln, part six: horses! horses! horses!

In 1852, Samuel Fleming had reunited with his family and settled back into life on the Mississippi River. But not for long. In his three-year absence, he had crisscrossed the Gol ...