Jane Tahti

The long road to Lincoln, part five: the homecoming

An interim note regarding The Long Road to Lincoln series. At this point, I realize that the title for this series should have been the Long Long Long Long Road to Lincoln.  ...

The long road to Lincoln, part four: just imagine!

I try to imagine the stories my great-great-grandfather told to his son, future Lincoln pioneer Albert Fleming.  This is the Albert Fleming, who brought his Irish bride to Li ...

The long road to Lincoln, Part three: the Flemings reach California

Albert Fleming’s father, Samuel Fleming, and his two uncles, were true 49ers. After they reached the Gold Country, they branched out across the region to try their luck ...

The real nightmare - Part three of a three-part series

“Where’s Jane?” I wasn’t on the Sleeping Porch so I didn’t hear my parents ask the question. But I knew the answer. In fact, I knew right where I w ...

The “She Wolf of London” comes to Lincoln: Part one

I was a little scared. No. I was really scared. Usually I didn’t walk home alone at night from the theater, just one block away. Usually my older brother was on duty, bare ...

The garden’s a zoo – Part three of the three-part series

Editor’s note: To see all of Jane Tahti’s columns, check online at lincolnnewsmessenger.com. During the summer, our kids became experts at tomato worm removal. The bi ...

Praying or preying? - Part two

It’s peaceful out in the garden.  There’s nothing’s scary, except for that moment that every gardener has experienced:  the moment when your eyes finall ...

Living with lizards - Part one

 Lizards and snakes and bugs, oh my! No, we’re not dancing down the yellow brick road with Dorothy and friends, although we once had a scarecrow that scared one of the ...

Part one –Fascinating figs

Editor’s note:  This is part one of a two-part column on figs. See all of Jane Tahti’s columns at lincolnnewsmessenger.com. As kids, we loved the neighborhood fig ...

Part One – Rocks have their own history

Rocks can be so special. Once you find them and once you value them, they last forever. They don’t droop or wander off. They sit still on your windowsill. In your flowerb ...