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Grandpa Effie Plumber (E.P.) Pritchard, who had been born in 1882, sat at the back of the table, looking like a King who proudly kept the...

They are still friends after eighty years. Two young girls who grew up as Lucille and Geraldine in Mtn. View Oklahoma, moved to various...

When the light of morning begins to flow from every direction, pouring the stream completely around us; over our heads, to our toes and...

Steven W Forman (Woody) and I were standing in the center of the Will Rogers Memorial Museum just off from the statue of Will, when the...

The Old Woman’s Cane The smallness of his body is enough to terrify the heart if he was seen. His wings are taught, pulled down against...

The boards. Well you can see them as plain as I can. They are dry. They are simple and ordinary in the character shown, as hand cut...

There are softly flying flapping birds that flit, turn and fly around the broad expanse of head stones, laid out almost a miles width...

Across the plains of Texas, right in to Oklahoma, just east of the line separating the panhandle of one and south of the panhandle of the...

April 22nd, 1889. The day broke early, with a little sunshine, breakfast and dinner packed in boxes, others were cooking biscuits over...

Across these trees, from east looking west, the sun makes its way to the small spot in the sky, Looking forward with all its might, to...

We took the shorter of two roads on our way to Livesay Orchards, the largest Peach Farm in Oklahoma, followed by a trip to the town of...

I had worked the ground the garden is built on for the last several years.  I got the tiller out of the building, gassed and oiled it,...

“I care not today what the morrow may bring, if shadow or sunshine or rain, The Lord I know  ruleth’ o’er everything and all of my worry...

When I was a teenager some 50 years ago, I convinced myself that I looked much older than I was, or  more mature, or I had plenty of hair...

Great -Great Grandpa sat on the porch; leaning against a roof post, his time was limited. The morning broke fair, nary a cloud, the blue...

Let me go back to the little store east of Bray on highway 29. Open that screen door with the Rainbo Bread push/pull, always saying...

Small skillet. Burner on mid-high range. A bit of butter for the grease and let the skillet warm up and get really really warm. Not...

If you stand here long enough you can feel the warmth of your now dry shirt, with that little bake of salt that has poured right through...

“Yes, this tin kept me dry last night, though it was kinda wet in here, over on the other side. There were a couple of small ones who...