Locals already were “big-eyed” by massive oil discoveries in the Wichita Falls area about a century ago.
The year 2020 marks one remarkable anniversary for the nation. It was one hundred years ago that women won the right to vote nationally in the United States with the ratification of the Nineteenth Amendment in 1920.
The tale unleashed in this space this day is difficult to categorize. Some will say it is typical of “fake news”; others will insist that it best “fits” somewhere in the dizzy, digital world of social media.
Monday is Presidents’ Day. This federal holiday celebrates George Washington’s birthday (actually February 22nd). Abraham Lincoln, Ronald Reagan and William Henry Harrison were also born in February.
I never have to look at calendars or “study up” on Roman numerals to know which Super Bowl comes next. Instead, I calculate years of marriage, since “knot-tying” with Brenda occurred in 1966. Thus, I can tell you that the Next Super Bowl will be number fifty-five.
The debate over alcohol and drug use has circulated across the nation for generations. Carrie Nation, the small woman armed with a hatchet and occasional Texas resident, became a nightmare for bar patrons across the country.
From time to time, I resort to writing about short, unrelated topics that some folks have described as “Mother Hubbard” columns. This reminds them of ministers who preach “Mother Hubbard” sermons.
I’m glad Sisters Maggie Hession and Frances Evans–who proudly beat a drum for the Texas Rangers from reserved seats 15 rows behind home plate–didn’t live to see it.
My rain bucket is full of water and the plants I brought indoors when the early November cold snap came trough have been enjoying it.
‘Tis not the first time an error of my own doing has diverted me from the tedious freeways of everyday life to side roads with uncharted curves adorned by snagging brambles that seemed to warn, “Go back.”
It is a good day in Millsap! Things seem crazy in so many ways, but there is always hope and the future is bright despite chaos among political parties and unrest throughout the world. Keep looking up. God is in control.
Are you enjoying all your Christmas gifts? My husband and I were given a robot vacuum. I have spent a lot of time watching it, trying to establish the somewhat random pattern that it seems to follow.
When asked what advice I’d give a young person concerning their finances, I never hesitate. It’s really quite simple. It’s not a stock pick or a derivatives strategy.
Time has been bought, answers have been delayed and responses have been hedged as “squirmers” have opted for the “Texas two-step” instead of crystal clear comebacks to probing inquiries.
Charles Culberson was part of an influential Texas political family. He would lead a notable career in his own right, serving two terms as governor and four terms in the U. S. Senate.
It was a perfect December day for the Christmas celebration at the log cabins. The parade was short but the participants were full of Christmas enthusiasm.
The youngster, maybe 6-7 years of age, is on one of those “select” league baseball teams that may play four games or more on a single weekend during most months of the year.
My Uncle Mort, a dedicated “frog gigger” during most of the 20th century and all the years so far in this one, claims to have made the best possible use of “Indian Summer.”
There have been many little elves running around town spreading the Christmas spirit. Christmas lights are popping up everywhere, but so far Newberry Road wins the prize (if there was one).
It is a simple request, embodied in a one-syllable, five-letter word. Yet, it is potentially sobering, whether perused by an individual, or considered by an entire nation, or even the world.
It is time to think about Christmas and those who may need help. Angel trees are popping up everywhere for children and elderly adults who need special attention.
Black Friday sales have already started! Retailers are starting earlier and earlier to try to get ahead of one another. I suppose the days of waiting in line all night to be one of the first 25 in the store are over.
We called prized possessions “gen-u-wine” back in the day. That’s not the correct spelling, of course, but when the word fell from our lips, we emphasized each syllable to make sure hearers clearly understood that our claims were 100% true.
Traces of autumn are sweeping across as a welcomed relief to a scorching hot September, and to remind us that the holidays are here. Soon the time will change with Daylight Savings Time ending on Sunday, November 3rd.
Bessie Coleman had said as a child that she wanted to make something of herself. For an African-American at the turn of the century, there were few opportunities.
Ever come across a situation – however minor – that activates curiosity? Responding to minutia I often uncovered in youthful years, my old mother often said, “It don’t amount to a hill of beans.”
Ray Hildebrand, who wrote and sang “Hey, Paula” with college classmate Jill Jackson in 1963, admits to being “older than dirt,” but quickly adds that he’s still “kicking up dust,” despite entering his 80th year a few weeks hence.
The members of the Home and Garden Club are immensely grateful for the community support given for the bake sale and garage sale. The ladies raised over $1,700 for their scholarship fund.
We’ve long been led to believe that we “can’t know the players without a program.” It’s a generally accepted necessity for sports purists who want to identify all of the players, from the “stars to the scrubs.”
As might be expected, my Uncle Mort thought he had heard every birthday-related joke in the book. At his 107th party a few weeks ago, he got a real birthday surprise.
Sunday, September 8th was National Grandparents Day, which was signed into law by President Carter in 1978. Many schools in the area celebrated with special recognition lunches inviting grandparents to visit.
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Roxy Emily Moore, beloved grandmother and friend, joined her only son in Heaven on February 21, 2020 surround by those she loved. Roxy was born February 28, 1948 to Levi and Jean Jenkins of Graford, Texas. Growing up she spent her weekends making memories on the family Ranch or "The River." …
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