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Wed
16
Dec
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

In past years my cats have never really bothered the Christmas tree. This year is an entirely new ballgame! It seems like my other cats have actually enjoyed the Christmas tree. Bubbie liked to lay beneath the green branches and take naps. Tipsy was a little bit more adventurous. He’d crawl under the tree, lay on the packages and every once in a while bat the bulbs with his paw. Gibbs, who is now a seven-month-old kitten with a fetish for biting, is another story.

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Wed
09
Dec
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

It’s that time of the year that we are being asked by our family members what we would like for Christmas. Truthfully, I do not want anything. For several years, I have been trying to downsize “stuff” and only keep things with a sentimental value.

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Wed
09
Dec
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

I had to decorate my house, put the tree up and plan a menu for the Many Book Club’s Christmas Party at my home on Dec. 1. Needless to say, I was still tired from the boys and their families and preparing the Thanksgiving dinner. Two days prior to the party, I began cleaning house, decorating the mantle, hutch cabinet and stairway bannister before decorating the tree.

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Wed
02
Dec
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

It is a miracle that my siblings and I were never once bitten by a snake. We usually went barefoot all over the fields and pastures that we called our territory. There were many places for snakes to hide. When we did run across a snake it was time for us to head back home. Because once you have seen one, every little rustle in the grass might be a snake.

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Wed
02
Dec
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

The holidays have arrived and I have become irresponsible. My holiday shopping is not complete; all of our family Christmases have not been calendared; and I lost my cell phone just days before Thanksgiving.

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Tue
24
Nov
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

A group of us were talking the other night about “the Good Ole Days”, when we were growing up in the 1950’s. Dean said he was riding home from town in the back of a pick-up truck, when he noticed his mother had purchased two feed sacks of flour. He said he knew right then that he and his twin brother, Dale, were going to have a new paisley shirt. Sure enough, several weeks later, they were sporting their new shirts to school.

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Wed
18
Nov
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

Our assignment for the writing class that I attend on Mondays was superstitions. When I first began to think about this subject I didn’t think that I harbor any silly superstitions, but after giving it a lot of thought, I guess I am guilty. Going way back I always tried to avoid the cracks on the sidewalk. When my siblings or friends and I were walking together if we accidentally got separated for a few steps, we were quick to shout “bread and butter” to ensure that our friendship wasn’t severed.

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Wed
18
Nov
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

During a recent trip to Zachary to see our grandchildren, I noticed a unique way of supporting our local police departments and Sabine Parish Sheriff’s Office. With the rash of shooting deaths of law enforcement officers, a campaign to place a blue bulb in your front porch light to show support. I could never find a blue light and I was disappointed I couldn’t participate.

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Tue
10
Nov
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Patchwork.

by donna smith ammons

Halloween took on a new meaning this year, since we traveled to Zachary to spend the holiday with our grandchildren!! We arrived Thursdays in order to see our five-year-old grandson, Braeden, play in a soccer game. What a fun time, to see out little Minion score three goals, each time looking at us on the sidelines and showing us his fingers…one, two, three!!! It made me wonder where does all that energy come from? He reminded me so much of his Daddy at that age!!

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Tue
10
Nov
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

When John worked on a job in Bossier City for a company that manufactured Hustler boats, he was impressed by the quality and workmanship and decided to purchase one. No one was happier than our eight-year-old son. They had been fishing from an aluminum “John boat” that had a 9.9 horsepower motor which you used to steer the boat with. The new boat had a fiberglass hull and 40 horsepower outboard motor, stick steering, two seats, a troll motor, and a live well. Glenn did not have to be prompted to keep the boat ship shape after every fishing trip.

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