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Wed
14
Oct
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

When I sent my son on an errand upstairs to his attic, I did not know he would be bringing me a treasure trove instead of what I sent him to find. He did not find the item that I sent him for. There were several boxes of things that they had stored for me when they moved into our house in Shreveport. He and Dianne lived there and I did not have room for all the stuff I had accumulated through the years, so he boxed it up and placed it upstairs for me until I could find time to sort through it.

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Wed
14
Oct
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

She was one-in-a-million! She was the little sister I never had and a dear friend. Last week, we mourned the loss of Debbie Nichols. It was with great sadness that we laid her to rest next to her parents in the Fort Jessup Cemetery.

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Wed
07
Oct
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

Today is the first day of fall. This is always such a colorful time of year. It is awesome to drive along the highway and see all of the fields of flowers that grow wild. Why is it that fall colors are yellows, orange, and bronze while spring colors are pinks, lavender, and white? That is the way I see it anyway.

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Wed
07
Oct
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by donna smith ammons

I am in my “Grammie” mode this week, so pardon me if I take the time to boast a little about my four-year-old grandson, Braeden. Braeden is an out-going little fella with a mind of his own. He’s in Pre-K 4 this year in the Zachary School System…some days he’s anxious to get on the old yellow school bus and other days, not so much.

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Wed
30
Sep
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

 

As I grow older, the generation gap seems to grow wider and wider. It has just about reached the point of no return as I approach my 90th birthday. It is harder for me to relate to the younger generation, even my own relatives, and, needless to say, I would be at a loss if I were called upon to teach a Sunday school class for young children again.

 

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Wed
30
Sep
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

 

Football season is underway!! I’ve dragged out my vintage MHS Tiger tee-shirts and my New Orleans Saints jersey. (So sad I won’t be able to wear my #80 Jimmy Graham jersey!) I’m already cheering every Friday night for the Many Tigers, the 2014 Class AA State Champions!! I’ll be at all the home games and listening to Randy and Brad on KWLV for the away games.

 

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Wed
23
Sep
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

I joined a writing class that meets once a week. Our instructor gives us a topic to write about. Sometimes it is hard to come up with something. The subject for this week is “rain.” Let’s see what I can write about rain. One line from a song by the Ink Spots comes to mine, “into each life some rain must fall.”

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Wed
23
Sep
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

Hubby-dear has quite a collection of tools since we began renovating the house. Several weeks ago, he began making a “surprise” for me. I heard him sawing, hammering and witnessed the results of his hard labor in the carport. I looked at the pieces of painted (white , of course) wood and tried to figure out what he was making.

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Wed
16
Sep
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

 

In the summertime, there was nothing better than a cold popsicle to cool down with. I can remember Momma leaning out the back door calling, “Who wants a popsicle?” We’d all run to my house….my little brother and me and whomever we were playing with in the neighborhood. WE always shared our treats…especially on hot summer days. Recently, I had the opportunity to enjoy a group of kids playing in a swimming pool.

 

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Wed
09
Sep
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

When I was a child, there were two phrases that were used quite a lot at our house; one was “I’m telling” and another one was “It’s not fair.” The tattling that was done was never about anything outrageous, just little acts that might cause our siblings to lose some of our mother’s approval while we went around wearing an imaginary halo for a little while. It didn’t always work out that way. One time I heard my mother say that she wished she had a switch, so she could use it on Pee Wee, and when I ran and fetched one for her, she used it on me instead.

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