Lewis was unique in so many ways. First Lewis is usually a last name while Louis is a first name. Dad was named after John L. Lewis, head of the United Mine Workers for many years and my grandfather’s hero. I’ll talk more about that later. Dad tried to join several different military organizations at… Continue reading Life with Lewis
Mom and Dad both took off on Thursday afternoons. Well, Thursday was Mom’s afternoon off, Dad just took off. Dad usually spent Thursday afternoons in the summer at the Lake Providence golf course. Mom, pretty faithfully, took Wayne and me, and I suppose later, Kellye, but by then I was not going to the… Continue reading Life with Cleo.
Many years ago, before either of my children were even married, I began writing letters to my grandchildren. These were anecdotal and no intent was made to do anything chronologically. That effore died a long time ago, but it has rested in the back of my mind since. I have regretted that I did not capture… Continue reading Why
Before I was in Junior High, I was not much of a church goer. Mom and Dad were not that interested in those days so we just didn’t see the need. What I remember about Sunday mornings was the funny papers and the radio. Every Sunday morning I would lay on the living room floor… Continue reading Sunday Mornings
Up until I was about 12, I was able to enjoy life on my granddaddy’s farm in West Carroll Parish, Louisiana. In July of the years 1950-1958 life was about walking on the dusty Philly Lane or the farm roads on the Huff place. I remember the dust being deep and powdery. We hated to… Continue reading Remembering the Farm
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