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Wed
20
Jul

Random Ramblings

by Daniel Jones

(Note: I wrote the following movie review for my new blog associated with the Sabine CounterCulture Movement. Further writings and links to my podcast, which is the only podcast dealing with movies, television, and pop culture in this area of Louisiana, can be found at sabinecounterculture.wordpress.com) 

As I begin writing this, the credits are preparing to roll on “I Saw the Light.” For those who aren’t in the know, it is a 2016 independently produced feature length film detailing the career of Hank Williams, one of the biggest country music superstars of all times.  

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Wed
13
Jul

Patchwork

By donna smith ammons

Every time I turn around hubby-dear has the television on some channel that features snakes. Yes, you heard me….an entire program about snakes. Back in his high school days, hubby-dear and his best friend, Rocky, were snake handlers. They had a large variety of snakes, which they kept in aquariums and cages in the Ammons’ backyard. Somehow I can’t imagine that being OK with his mother. I guess she never stepped foot out back. (My house is a no-snake zone!!)

 

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Wed
13
Jul

Remembering When. . .

By Lola Russell

I suppose one or the dearest places of my early childhood is O’Geese Bayou. It was located bout four miles from our house if we took the short cuts. After turning off the little dirt road that was more like a lane, we came to some woods and once we walked through them, we came upon a clearing that was like a different world.

 

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Wed
06
Jul

Patchwork

By Donna Smith Ammons

Moving Day arrived in Zachary bright and early on Saturday morning, June 11. Hubby-dear and I arrived about 9:30 p.m. the night before to help Davy and Kt and the three kids move into their new house. Fortunately, we had lots of help—Kt’s sister and husband, Amanda and Kyle and their twin daughters; Andy and his son, Ben, soccer friends of Davy; Riley and Braeden, and us. The men made four trips in the U-Haul from the old house to the new house, which was about a half-mile away.

 

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Wed
06
Jul

Remembering When. . .

By Lola Russell

I have often heard that opposites attract. I would agree with that theory when it comes to the relationship of my mother and daddy. My mother was a shy, reserved person. My daddy was very outspoken and did not take life seriously. He loved to tell jokes and have fun. We looked forward to the evenings when we listened to the radio together, and he played cards or dominoes with us. He loved to dance, and many nights he and mother pushed all the furniture against the wall, and they would dance to the fox trot or two-step. It was sort of like watching Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

 

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Wed
29
Jun

Remembering When. . .

By Lola Russell

This morning as I was listening to the news I was shocked at how many times people in prominent positions are accused of being liars. There was so much venom expressed in the accusations. We were taught to tell the truth, even if it hurts. Of course we could find ways of skirting around telling if we might have to suffer the consequences like a switching or being shunned by our siblings for a little while. The Bible says, “Thou shalt not lie.” One person said, always tell the truth and you won’t have to try and remember what story you made up.

 

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Wed
29
Jun

Remembering When. . .

By Lola Russell

This morning as I was listening to the news I was shocked at how many times people in prominent positions are accused of being liars. There was so much venom expressed in the accusations. We were taught to tell the truth, even if it hurts. Of course we could find ways of skirting around telling if we might have to suffer the consequences like a switching or being shunned by our siblings for a little while. The Bible says, “Thou shalt not lie.” One person said, always tell the truth and you won’t have to try and remember what story you made up.

 

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Wed
29
Jun

Patchwork

By donna smith ammons

More and more I am beginning to think about the novel I would like to write. Guess it must be about time, since I have been harboring this desire most of my adult life. Mother is constantly asking when I’m going to begin. Well, I began many a year ago and let Virginia read the first couple to chapters. However, I’ve put that away and maybe one day I’ll finish it. I have been stuck in Christian fiction for several years and have a childhood friend who is an author in that genre. She has done quite well.

 

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Wed
22
Jun

Patchwork

By donna smith ammons

All of my readers have gone through a partial renovation of my home in the past year. Hubby-dear and Glenn worked really hard for several months, painting, installed wood floors, building helves, laying brick pavers in my kitchen and building a beautiful island in my expanded kitchen. With all of this, I “had” to have a new color scheme……being a Marine Corps brat, I quickly decided that red, white and blue would be my new colors. That meant navy blue chairs, a couch and ottoman. Red curtain gave the room balance and I accented with white walls and lots of flags—pillows, a second ottoman, rugs and wall hangings and all of my Uncle Sam items. I was thrilled when it all came together!! When you come to visit you won’t know whether to salute or say “Hi!”

 

Wed
22
Jun

Remembering When. . .

By Lola Russell

I look forward to Wednesday’s mail delivery, as that is the day that I can receive my copy of The Sabine Index. It has been two years since I moved away and I can keep up with what is going on in and around the area that I have such fond memories of. Sometimes it is sad news, like the death of my mail delivery lady. It is better to know what has transpired now rather than later. When I have read my paper I pass it on to a lady that lived and taught school in Leesville before her retirement.

 

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