Jane Tahti

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 ...

Part Three The search

This is part three of a five-part series on how Kitty Maitland Fleming arrived in Lincoln.  The family story begins in London and Glasgow, moves to Sydney, Australia, and  ...

Glorious summer nights in the old sleeping porch

The old sleeping porch originally sat alone in the backyard of the Fleming home. Then, with the advent of indoor plumbing, the porch was nudged closer to the house and a bathroom ...

Separate but equal

Separate. But equal. How odd. Such a small town. Such a small collection of children per grade level. And yet we were separated for eight years. And yet , for no apparent rea ...