Back in the 50s I was ten and sent by my mother to accompany my grandfather, the last of the old cowhands, he was 80, to the store to buy a cabbage. This was in Vernon, Tx. a town set between the Wagner, Goodnight and Four6s ranches. Leaving the store with the cabbage in a […]
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A Ghost Story
Aug 29
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Inside they found Maria, in her tattered, mudstained white dress,laid on her childrens cot. Her once graceful feet were swollen and torn, caked with mud. Her arms were folded across her chest and in each hand was a stone from the river. She was dead.
A Little Learning–
Apr 4
When I was about six years old and starting first grade, somewhere I picked up the term Trap Door Spider. I don’t recall where or how I acquired the phrase; if I overheard it, or read it. I had not the faintest clue as to what or where such a thing might be. I […]
Everything in its Place
Jan 8
My mother is the oldest of ten kids born to a sharecropper and his wife. She has a rich store of memories and stories of growing up in the fields of east Texas during the Great Depression. She tells of moving from Oklahoma in a covered farm wagon, because they could not afford a car;hoeing corn, chopping cotton, […]
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