One Pharmacist's View

Christmas Memories of 1955 At my old age of many Christmas memories, I heard a song on the radio the other day driving back from Oklahoma City. My carload of family was driving back to Allen after attending the funeral of my much-loved brother-inlaw, Fred Ellis, in Moore.

Where did these words come from? I don’t know when I first noticed that a lot of new words were being introduced into my vocabulary. Being an old guy who had practiced pharmacy for many years I first noticed that words that I was not familiar with were being bandied around on my computer.

Considering December 7th So why do we still make something of a fuss about “Pearl Harbor Day, December 7, 1941?” It marks an important historical date for America. December 7th marks the first time any nation had dared attack us on our soil.

The gloomy wet views out of my breakfast room windows promised to go away before Pat and I get in our car and drive up for a sumptuous Thanksgiving meal up in North Tulsa hosted by our granddaughter Lindsey.

To be or not to be. That was the question William Shakespeare posed once upon a time. That may well be the question that is put to the American people in this present hour. America and Americans are a “different” people in this world.

The Bullard family moved west on SH-3 from Centrahoma to Stonewall on October 19, 1944. At that time our family consisted of my parents, Cecil and Dora Bullard, my older brother Gerald, myself, Mana Sue and Linda Kay. Gerald was in the 8th grade and I was in the 5th.

Utopia, Where?I notice the governor of California is wanting his “Utopia” back. At least that’s what I think he said. He got into quite a tizzy last week and stated he was tired of all the dystopia he saw all around him.

August raced in quickly and just as quickly raced by — at least as far as kids are concerned — it’s already gone. You see, school started. I remember well the first day of school over at Stonewall. I remember the smells from the hot buildings and from all the fresh paint.

Our old friend and Oklahoma’s best known governor died the other day. He was 98. I’m speaking, of course, of our George Nigh. He had been around and in public view all this time and we all thought he would last forever. But now he is gone.

Trains in Allen One day as I was twiddling my thumbs at grandma’ Julia over at Lula, my moms kid brother, J. C. asked Gerald and me if we would like to walk over to the railroad and watch the new “Streamliner” go by. Sure enough we parked ourselves by the little depot there at Lula.