Rainy Day Writers

Rainy Day Writers Rainy Day Writers includes published authors, journalists, and those who write both life experiences and fictional stories for personal fulfillment.

They publish a book each year and contribute regularly to Crossroads magazine and YourRadioPlace.

Joyce Klingler volunteers in so many ways for her community and is featured in Crossroads April magazine as one of the "...
04/10/2026

Joyce Klingler volunteers in so many ways for her community and is featured in Crossroads April magazine as one of the "Locals We Love." If you know someone deserving of this honor, please contact Crossroads magazine.

04/08/2026

Mark Cooper thinks about snow days now and then. What did you do on a snow day? Will we have another snow? Read more Rainy Day Writers stories on Your Radio Place and in Guernsey News.

Spring Day - Snow Day by Mark Cooper

“George, the daffodils have snow on them!” Sally exclaimed as she looked out between two slats in their bedroom blinds. She continued, sarcastically, “The grandkids will probably have another snow day. It’s at least an inch deep on the sidewalk! Seems like their school cancels if there is just a snowflake.”

“Ah, snow days!” George smiled as he pulled the quilt tightly around his shoulders. “I wonder what the kids’d do today, if they did get the day off?”

“George, you know they wouldn’t actually do anything other than play games on their phones all day.”

“Sally, you remember the things we did on snow days, way back in the 70’s?”

“Hmm. Some of them come to mind.” Sally stepped into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Her husband was getting ready to head down memory lane and would never notice her being out of the room.

George launched into his monolog. “Of course, when we were kids, we didn’t miss school unless there was at least 8-10 inches of snow. Old Mr. Wills, the janitor, had a couple sleds stashed in the basement. At recess we’d drag them outside. Joe Morgan was the biggest guy in class. He and his friends tried to hog the sleds. That led to some serious snowball fights!”

George laughed as he continued. “You know what we older kids convinced the first graders to do?”

Fortunately, Sally had stepped back into their room just in time to hear his question. “Knowing you and your friends, I’m afraid to even ask.”

“We convinced them it was more fun to pull a sled uphill than ride it down. We told them that we would do the hard work and ride down the hill so they could have all the fun of pulling the sleds back up the hill. We must have been pretty convincing. They believed us, at least for the first couple trips!”

Sally decided she’d better show some willingness to participate in their conversation. “So, what did you do at home, when you did have a snow day?”

“Let’s see. My brothers and I built snow forts and had snowball fights with the neighbor boys. I remember one year those battles turned dirty. And bloody.”

“Whatever happened?” Sally found herself finally interested in her husband’s tale.

“We’d poured water over our fort, so it’d freeze solid and last longer. The neighbor boys thought that was a great idea. Without tellings us, they made about a hundred snowballs and poured water over them. The next morning when their ice-snowballs started hitting us, we knew we were in trouble.”

“I’m sure you didn’t surrender,” Sally guessed.

“Not on your life. While the neighbors were at lunch, we….”

The phone rang, interrupting George’s story.

“Hush dear,” Sally ordered. “Caller ID says it’s the grandkids.”

“So, what did they want?” George questioned after his wife hung up.

“Just like I told you, they’ve got a snow day! In March! And they’re bored. I told them to go out and make snow angels. They didn’t even know what snow angels are!” Sally sounded exasperated.

“Oh well dear,” George soothed her, “Maybe they’ll build a snowman.”

“They already did that! In fact, they said they built a whole army of snowmen.”

“Well, there you go.”

“Oh no, you don’t understand. One of their video games has them “build” snowmen. Then they have snowmen fights with their friends online. Whoever knocks over the most snowmen wins.”

George laughed, “It sounds like things haven’t changed a lot from our childhoods. Only difference, we got freezing cold when we played in the snow. The grandkids stay nice and warm when they’re having their snowball fights.”

By now George had padded to the kitchen in his bare feet. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he looked out the window at the light snow on their daffodils and sighed with contentment. “You’ve got to admit; we’ve got some pretty great memories of snow days!”

Sally stepped back in from the kitchen from the garage and held out a shovel she’d just retrieved. “Go make yourself some March snow day memories George. The front walk needs scraped.”

Rick Booth explores the early roads around Cambridge, which caused its growth...as well as Wills Creek! Read all about t...
04/06/2026

Rick Booth explores the early roads around Cambridge, which caused its growth...as well as Wills Creek! Read all about those early days in April's Crossroads magazine.

03/26/2026

Claire Cameron writes about female hobos, called Hobettes. Read about how they live and see if you might like to become a Hobette or a Hobo. Could make your life exciting. Read more Rainy Day Writer stories on YourRadioPlace and in Guernsey News.

The Life of Hobettes by Claire Cameron

In Welcome to Zimmerton, a book by Rainy Day Writers, I wrote a story titled “Harpo the Hobo.” After reminiscing about this colorful character, who used to visit our family store, I became curious wondering if only men were hobos. So, I did some searching and found female hobos do exist. Although sometimes referred to as bag ladies, I believe this to be a more modern label. Most bag ladies are homeless souls who usually stay in one area, pushing grocery carts that carry their worldly belongings.

But actually a female hobo is referred to as a hobette, a term that was used during the Great Depression Era in the United States to describe a woman who was part of the itinerant worker and traveler community known as “hobos.

Historically, the hobo lifestyle has been almost entirely male-dominated, and so there are very few resources or records available on female hobos. In the early 20th century, hobos were often seen as a nuisance, and female hobos were seen as particularly dangerous as they defied traditional gender roles and were often assumed to be prostitutes. Today, female hobos are still seen as somewhat of an anomaly and tend to face a higher degree of judgement or suspicion than male hobos. Even though it is still viewed as an unconventional lifestyle, there are a growing number of women who are choosing to become hobos, either as a means of escaping a toxic life, or in an effort to explore the world and find a more meaningful life.

Facts about Hobettes:
Female hobos, also known as “hobo women,” were a common sight during the Great Depression in the United States.

Many female hobos were single mothers who had lost their homes and means of support.

Female hobos often traveled with their children and were known for their resourcefulness and resilience.

Some female hobos found work as migrant farm laborers, while others engaged in petty theft or prostitution to survive.

Female hobos were often subject to discrimination and abuse and faced additional challenges such as lack of access to healthcare and safe places to sleep.

Despite the difficulties they faced, many female hobos formed strong, supportive communities with other women on the road.
Female hobos were also known for their creativity and resourcefulness in finding shelter, food, and other necessities.

Many female hobos had to deal with the societal taboo of being a single mother during the time.

Some female hobos were also involved in activism, including union organizing and fighting for women’s rights.

Female hobos were an integral part of the hobo culture, and their stories and experiences have been documented in literature, photography, and other art forms.

So, if you happen to run into a tattered looking lady wandering through town with her bag on a stick, you may want to ask her if she’s ever heard of our friend, Harpo, the harp-playing hobo who’ll play you a tune for a sandwich and a cookie. But before you decide to become an adventure seeking hobette, I’d like to remind you that access to hot meals and showers are rare in that lifestyle. Therefore, you may want to remember the saying, “There’s no place like home.”

Betsy Taylor recalls the story of the largest illegal alcohol distillery in 1935. It happened in nearby Zanesville! This...
03/24/2026

Betsy Taylor recalls the story of the largest illegal alcohol distillery in 1935. It happened in nearby Zanesville! This story appears in the March issue of Crossroads magazine.

03/23/2026

Betsy Taylor looks at how word meanings have changed over the years. Read about her experience when she explained old meanings to students in her class and to words her daughter was researching. Read more Rainy Day Writers stories on Your Radio Place and in Guernsey News.

Old-School Words by Betsy Taylor

One Sunday afternoon when my daughter was a high school senior, I accompanied her to the library on Ohio University’s Zanesville campus. Lesleigh, an advanced placement student, was preparing a report for her psychology class. When we arrived, we discovered that we were the only visitors. A work-study student greeted us and Lesleigh told her that we were looking for magazine articles that might be references for her project.

“Sorry,” said the library aide, “the computer is down.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “Just point us to the Readers’ Guide and we’ll be fine.”

“The what?”

“The Readers’ Guide to Periodical Literature.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

I did a good job covering my surprise that a library aide didn’t know something so basic. “I’m looking for a series of large green volumes that are organized by date. They contain magazines.”

Her blank look convinced me that she only knew how to find such information through a computer.

“We’ll look around,” I told her. It didn’t take much looking. Those green binders take up a lot of room and are hard to miss. At least, they were hard to miss. I don’t believe they even exist today.

That incident made me think about all the words and phrases that used to be part of our vocabulary that have since “gone the way of the dodo.” By the way, to us oldsters “gone the way of the dodo” means way out of date – as in extinct.

The word “fallout” was one of the first words I remember using in science class that resulted in blank stares from my students. If you grew up taking home plans for backyard fallout shelters provided by the Civil Defense organization, you understood that the word meant radioactive particles left over from an atomic explosion.

On another occasion, as we talked about weather, I mentioned that snow was forecast and we’d better, “wear our parkas tomorrow.” One student scrunched up his nose and said, “What’s a parka.”

“A heavy jacket with a hood,” I replied. “And don’t forget your galoshes.” More blank stares. I sighed. “Those rubber boots that you pull on over your shoes. You know – overshoes.” Was I speaking a foreign language?

During a game of Twenty Questions, it was my turn to guess and I asked, “Is it bigger than a breadbox?” Predictably the question came back to me, “What’s a breadbox?”

A generation after my daughter’s trip to the library, I urged her daughter to take a walk with me.

“I want to take my baby,” she said.

“You’ll get tired of carrying her, so take your baby buggy.”

“Mimi! Why would I let my baby get buggy?”

Good question. I had no answer, so I just pulled out her little stroller. Or is it a baby carriage? I don’t know anymore.

Rick Booth tells an interesting story about Rudy Bundy, a young boy from Quaker City who had wonderful experiences in th...
03/18/2026

Rick Booth tells an interesting story about Rudy Bundy, a young boy from Quaker City who had wonderful experiences in the field of music and also played a role in the circus. Read the whole story in March's Crossroads magazine.

03/02/2026

Mark Cooper looks back on Valentine's Day with a different perspective. Maybe you will agree with him! Read more Rainy Day Writers stories on Your Radio Place and in Guernsey News.

Looking Back on Valentine's Day - A Single Man's Perspective by Mark Cooper

Now that Valentine’s Day is over, please indulge my venting, umm, conveying, thoughts about February 14th..

I find the most enduring portrayal of V-day to be Charlie Brown waiting hopelessly by his mailbox, thinking that this time he’ll get a card from the Little Red-Haired Girl. As his friends tell him, “Forget it, kid.”

A single, middle-aged, man, I’m not bitter about a day highlighting my singleness. I love seeing Valentine’s Day specials for two at restaurants and pushing my shopping cart past displays of roses in the grocery store. (Newsflash, grocery stores carry those for the convenience of the dude who, at the last minute, realizes he’s forgotten to buy anything for his special someone. Sorry if I just burst your bubble about your man’s romantic floral offering.)

Some year I’ll wrap aluminum foil around a shoebox and paste on candy hearts, honoring over-worked elementary teachers who labor to make students feel accepted on at least one school day. I still have a list of names of former classmates distributed by my teacher. That list obligated me to put a Valentine in each classmate’s box. And obligated each of them to put one in mine. Never mind that I wasn’t on speaking terms with 75% of my classmates. 90% of them never spoke to me.

An article, written to help singles survive Valentine’s Day, suggests, “Spend time with the real love of your life: your dog.” I don’t have a dog. Does spending time with my friends’ dog count? She enjoys chewing my ear. Once she attempted to stick her tongue in my mouth. But that had nothing to with love for me, but rather for the peanut butter sandwich I was trying to eat.

A Valentine’s expert recommends that singles tackle some project that day, supposedly helping to cultivate a sense of purpose. This sage suggests cleaning out the car. One V-Day my car cleaned me out, out of hundreds of dollars when its ignition gizmo* died.

At least I had a good response to people’s snoopy question, “And what did you do on Valentine’s?”

“Nothing. I had to stay home because my car’s ignition developed a fatal attraction for a new starter.”

Yes, Valentine’s Day derives its title from the patron saint of love. I researched, hoping Google would gently lead me to a profound understanding of the mysterious St. Valentine and his holiday. Turns out, not only is he love’s special saint, he multi-tasks as the patron saint of beekeepers. Apparently, St. Valentine himself understood that love stings.

My views concerning V-day will never inspire a new Hallmark movie or an enduring bit of prose. But through the many February 14ths of my life, I’ve never been stung by a bee. I guess St. Valentine has treated me with love.

* “Gizmo”: an overpriced car part

Beverly Kerr's thoughts on a cold winter day were about some of her favorite places. A trip to Nova Scotia brought back ...
02/28/2026

Beverly Kerr's thoughts on a cold winter day were about some of her favorite places. A trip to Nova Scotia brought back pleasant memories. Pictured is Gampo Abbey. Read more Rainy Day Writer stories on Your Radio Place and in Guernsey News.

Time to Dream by Beverly Kerr

Winter days are a time to dream about places you have been or places you would like to go. One of my favorite places with so many happy times was a trip to Nova Scotia by myself. Thought I’d share a couple memories.

After a trip up the eastern coast of the United States, I drove onto a ferry in Bar Harbor, Maine to Nova Scotia. What a ride on this high-speed ferry that took three and a half hours to make the journey.

This was beautiful territory that I had never seen before with water everywhere. Someone had suggested that I stay at bed & breakfasts while there and that turned out to be a great idea.

One place I recall was on the ocean, and the owners had several children, who became my guides. “Take a walk with us and see our garden,” was an invitation that began our friendship. When we came back, they said, “Dad has a boat and he takes people whale watching. Want to go with us tomorrow?”

Who could turn down an adventure like that. Early in the morning, we got on the boat and the children pointed out, “Look, there’s a whale just under the water. See his back?” or “Did you see that whale jump out of the water?” We also saw dolphins, but no puffins appeared.

At that time, my favorite drink was Diet Coke. When I left their home, the little boy told me, “I know how much you like Diet Coke, so I made you Diet Coke salt and pepper shakers out of the bottles.” How sweet. I still have those today.

Up the road at another bed & breakfast, the hosts even invited me to dinner and packed a lunch for me as I explored. One morning, as I was about to leave, I spoke with a young man, Arlin, who was headed to Gampo Abbey, a Buddhist Monastery, for a month-long meditation time. He needed a ride, so I volunteered…with the necessary approval from the abbey.

It was an interesting to drive and hear about his reasons for attending. “I just want some peace in my life,” he said. When we arrived, Arlin suggested, “Why don’t you stay and have lunch with us? Everyone will welcome you and I’ll give you a tour of the monastery.”

So, I enjoyed a delicious salmon meal and had my first salad made from things grown at the monastery including flowers on top of it. “You have to do your own dishes after you eat and then we’ll take a tour.” Arlin volunteered to do my dishes, but I wanted to have the whole experience.

Arlin showed me the room where residents meditated ten hours a day in complete silence as they sat on rugs on the floor. An important question they asked themselves each day was, “What is the best use of each day of our lives?” What a great way to start the day for them, as well as for us.

There are so many memories. Wish I could go back! Where would you like to go?

Martha Jamail recalls a time when Winky D**k was a popular kids' show on television. Do you have any memories of Winky D...
02/25/2026

Martha Jamail recalls a time when Winky D**k was a popular kids' show on television. Do you have any memories of Winky D**k? Read her story in February's Crossroads magazine.

02/18/2026

John Anderson tells a tale of children suffering from child abuse and the problems it creates. Read all about it on Your Radio Place and in Guernsey News.

The Rough Side of Kindness by John Anderson

That morning over breakfast and after a bike ride, Susan and Simon shared the story of their daughter who had fostered six children before adopting them. They related the story of horrific child abuse at the hands of the children’s drug-addicted biological parents.

Children’s Services had filed a report that said, “There is a great likelihood of continued abuse in the home. The parents have been unable to pass five different required drug tests. In defiance of a court order, they are refusing further testing. The children continue to present signs of physical and psychological abuse. These facts support the removal of the children from the home and their becoming wards of the court. Children’s Services recommends that all six children be placed in the foster care system.”

With drawn faces, Simon and Susan shared a few examples of the abuse to which the children had been subjected. They continued by revealing the emotional problems now afflicting the children.

Simon and Susan talked about the nonstop challenges their daughter, Margaret, and her husband were facing. As the couple looked around the breakfast table they saw the stunned faces of the other bike riders. Simon said, “We help Margaret and Ken as much as we can, but the needs of six helpless children are exhausting to us.”

One of the other bikers said, “Bless you.”

Another said, “We will pray for you.”

The group finished breakfast. One of the riders, Sheila, invited all of them to her house later that evening to relax and play cards. That evening Simon and Susan, along with five other riders met at Sheila’s house.

The group chatted about travel plans and grandchildren. An evening out seemed to be helping, but in unguarded moments during card playing, Susan and her husband showed their worry through facial expressions.

Sheila knew it would be easy to bring the foster children into the conversation. But she decided not to do that. For the most part, Simon and Susan seemed to be enjoying a respite from worry about their daughter and the challenges she faced. Instead, Sheila said, “I made chocolate chip cookies using the Toll House recipe on the bag. Let’s eat some after this hand.”

Susan brightened. She asked, “Would you have some milk for dunking?”

“Yes!” Sheila exclaimed. She knew that chocolate chip cookies wouldn’t change their world, but they would be good therapy for this evening.

Recently I talked with Dana Warne who was selected as "Locals We Love" for Crossroads magazine. Dana raises miniature ho...
02/16/2026

Recently I talked with Dana Warne who was selected as "Locals We Love" for Crossroads magazine. Dana raises miniature horses and donkeys. Her life is an interesting one!

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