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One of the results of this Covid was Pat and I have watched a lot more movies here at home than normal. One would think when you glance background that I would have seen all the movies that I should. My tenure at Stonewall Schools (1944-1952) and before that my fellowships at Centrahoma should have been enough. But I must reluctantly admit most of what I know today I learned in the Main Theatre at Stonewall. Covid and the coldest winter ever gave me some chance to work on my “Master’s Degree” in movie watching.
Read moreMany of us who still go to Sunday School are studying a part of the Old Testament called Ecclesiastes. Not only can we not spell it, we in the “Cemetery” Class have a hard time trying to comprehend the teachings of the old teacher (Solomon). But we try. This morning I got out of bed and walked toward my kitchen where my wife was fixing our breakfast. She had our TV tuned to channel 25 and it was saying something about the “heartbreak of erectile disfunction.” That was the same commercial that had played the morning before. Yep. Just like in Ecclesiastes, it too had already been. And my breakfast was on the stove.
Read moreThe crew of the USS Johnnie Hutchins, DE- 360 had been enjoying various ports of call such as in Havana Cuba and Caracas where it was very nice. Exotic almost. But we eventu-ally returned to our home port of Boston. Then one fine day at sea something happened. A sailor tending to the line drying out on the deck allowed it to slip over the side. Caught in the swift water the large “rope” was dragged into the screw. Real bad thing. The screws caught it and our Destroyer came to a shuddering halt. The large drive shafts were bent, and we were adrift at sea.
Read moreHaving a working bicycle in 1945 was very important to me and lots of my 10-year-old friends in Stonewall. But our WWII enemies, the Japs and the Germans had seen to it that bicycles, cars and such were fairly unavailable in the USA. Especially Stonewall. We had plenty of old bikes, but it was hard to find one that worked. Bicycle chains were scarce so if you couldn’t fix yours, you were out of luck. My brother and me spent many an hour figuring out how to fix those things and eventually got good at it. Flat tires? We were masters.
Read moreMy dad once told me about the first selfpropelled automobile he ever saw. He couldn’t remember exactly when but he was just a little kid who was born in 1910. The car amazed him and his numerous little brothers as the car chugged past their house on Goat Ridge Road in Leflore County, Oklahoma. The boys were so impressed they tried to preserve the tire imprints in the sandy road, but you know how sand is. The tire tread marks were soon gone. And dad said it was a long time before another car ever came by.
Read moreLast week was a busy week for many Allenites. It was the alumni week here in Allen and many former Allen grads were all about town for the big celebrations. Then last Saturday night I drove over to my old hometown of Stonewall for the alumni meeting over there. A good meal was had in their great cafeteria and much to my surprise, not one of my classmates of 1952 showed up. But, nevertheless, Pat and I had a good time and a good lot of visiting with other old friends that made up the crowd. Saw some old acquaintances from out of state too that I hadn’t seen in many years. Ann Brooks, Pat Toney and Billie Miller to just name three of them. Had a good time reminiscing about old times in old Stonewall.
Read moreI didn’t know that in order to leave one Baptist church and get into another (and keep your good standing) you had to walk down the would-be new church’s aisle, declare your intentions and instruct their church clerk to write your old church clerk a letter (on her own church’s stationery) and request this letter. Good heavens I thought after my mom had explained all this to me, I wondered what other secrets concerning wellbeing and heaven-going I hadn’t been told about.
Read moreI know looks aren’t everything. At least that’s what mama tried to tell us when we were living hand to mouth over in Centrahoma. Things went pretty well when there was just immediate family around, but someone always came back. You know, the refugees from the dust, the poverty, and foreclosing banks. Such as my uncle’s families from California who returned periodically to visit. Many people from the “dust bowl era” migrated someplace else for the simple reason most chances for being prosperous in the dusty environs of Oklahoma and surrounding states had gone down to about zero. Books have been
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