Mary & I went home to Hamburg last week for the 4th of July Celebration on the Square. The first place I had to check out was where my dad’s heart was... the farm. Dad called it headquarters. There were no tractors or farm implements present. The huge old oak tree that provided shade on …
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“And She Will Have A Handful of Those”
It was our first cup of coffee on a Saturday morning. Mary & I are sitting outside of our daughter’s home, grandson & grand dog sitting when I said, “We need a treat. I’m going up to the donut place.” A few minutes later I was there standing in line. In front of me is …
“There Are Hunters & Pretenders…”
“I’m going to be gone this weekend. I’ve got to get ready for the hunt!” Growing up in Arkansas, I heard this phrase all my life. So, when my friend said this the other day, I knew he was a serious deer hunter. Getting ready for the hunt is nothing more than work & money! …
It Was All About The Prize.
Every morning, and I mean every morning, my mother was up first getting the coffee going and fixin’ breakfast. Many times it was still dark outside. Breakfast was eggs, bacon or sausage, toast or biscuits and maybe oats or cream of wheat but seldom grits as dad, having a Yankee mother, did not like grits! …
