Tag Archives: grandparents

That’s Just the Way Cats Are

Most of the stories I write about involve events and people who live, or once lived, in McDonald County; After all, this newspaper is called “The McDonald County Press.”  However, once in a while someone stops to talk with me … Continue reading

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The Beauty of Fireflies

Lark had lived for so very long.  She had been witness to the birth of many, many years and she stood silently, and with very little notice, as those years died and turned into memories.  Her life had been filled … Continue reading

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A Bed of Rocks

In the year 1961 I spent my twelfth summer here on earth with my grandparents, Phoebe and Grandad Fine and Phoebe’s sister, my Great-Aunt, Rosalyn.  The three lived in a small cinderblock house standing on North Kings Highway Street in … Continue reading

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On The Way to Noel

I was twelve years old in 1961 and my family lived in the dry, hot Arizona city of Yuma. My older brother spent a summer or two with my grandparents and great aunt in the southwestern Ozark town of Noel, … Continue reading

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A Giant Comes to Southwest City

Many things of importance were taking place during the summer of 1938.  Adolf Hitler ordered German troops into Austria, Howard Hughes piloted an airplane during a ninety-one hour flight that circumnavigated the Earth, Lou Gehrig hit his twenty-third, and last, … Continue reading

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Brass Knuckles on the Bar

Brass Knuckles don’t normally come to mind when thinking about the tools used by law enforcement officers.  However, in 1961 my grandfather not only considered them to be acceptable, but essential tools of the trade.  He was the Noel City … Continue reading

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The Glove

Summers are the culminations of children’s winter dreams.  The school days have passed and a long anticipated time for fun and adventure has arrived.  That’s the way it was for me during the summer of 1961 at the age of … Continue reading

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