I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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DOESN’T THIS MAKE ME A WHITE NATIONALIST?
One of the things my mom did in her retirement years, was to go to the “Plainsman Herald” newspaper office and hand copy news items which she had someone else type then she self published. The following items are from … Continue reading
Posted in 1940's, Baca County, patriotism, Uncategorized, war
Tagged 1940's, Amy, Baca County, patriotism, World War 2
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LET’S PLAY TWENTY QUESTIONS
Are your graduation pictures black and white? Do you remember “Don’t Fence Me In” and “You Call Everybody Darling?” Did Lassie ever make you cry? Did you sing “Just a Little Talk with Jesus” in a quartette? How about “Jesus … Continue reading
Posted in aging
Tagged 1940's, 1950's, aging, change, generations, memories, mid-1900's, nostalgia, questions
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JAY, DO YOU REMEMBER…
That’s me, my daddy, my great-grandmother, and granddad. Picture must be about 77 years old. My great-grandmother’s favorite song was Farther Along. “Farther along we’ll know all about it, farther along we’ll understand why. Cheer up, my brother, live in … Continue reading
Posted in generations
Tagged 1940's, aging, blessed, character study, death, eternity, faith, family, generations, hymn, memories, pioneer, Writing101
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MR AND MRS ME
Friends, I’ve been working too hard. Time for a little relaxation. Lots of Vacation Bible Schools going on. Puts me in a mind to reminisce and remark about a few changes in family life. So….back to my granddad’s table. Long … Continue reading
ROOM WITH A VIEW
“When we move, you will have a room all by yourself, and so will Bubby,” promised Momma and Daddy. And they kept that promise. About a quarter of a mile south of the sandy creek in the Southeastern corner of … Continue reading