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Wed
15
Jun

Patchwork

By Donna Smith Ammons

It is summertime!!! School is out; graduation has already happened. Vacations are being planned and taken. Trips to the beach have already happened and the fun has begun. School supplies are already being placed in the aisles of stores as parents make plans for school starting in less than 71 days!! Summertime means sunshine, staying up late, swimming and picnics. As summertime arrives, my mind goes back to all the old songs that remind of this fun time of year. To those friends and family in Shreveport, they are experiencing “Summer in the City” made famous by the Lovin’ Spoonful back in 1966. To Sabine Parish residents we have “Country Sunshine” released by Dottie West back in 1973.

 

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Wed
15
Jun

Remembering When. . .

By Lola Russell

I must confess that I am not a good listener. It is not uncommon for me to have several thoughts or ideas on my mind at one time, therefore not totally concentrating as I should. To listen is to heed, to pay attention, to tune in on, or to eavesdrop. When I was a child, I was often guilty of eavesdropping. When my mother had grownup company, I tried to get close enough to listen to their conversations, especially when they lowered their voices. I heard a few things that caused me to worry and upset me. It served me right.

 

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Wed
08
Jun

Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

As I’m nearing my 90th birthday, I sort of feel like it is the end of an era. It is for me, anyway. The last one hundred years we have seen the vast changes in the development of communication and the miraculous advancements in aeronautics, sending man to outer space. And this period in history is now being called the atomic age. With development of computers, we are able to store so much data and preserve historical facts more efficiently than ever before.

 

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Wed
08
Jun

Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

Hubby-dear and I moved to Cobb Drive in July 1983. We had been looking at a split level home at 260 Cobb Drive as we were expecting our first child. We had lived in a small home, known as The Honeymoon Cottage on Dillion Street. It was perfect for a newlywed couple, but not large enough for a full-fledged family!!

 

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Wed
01
Jun

Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

When I first began to think about this subject, I thought that I was immune to being superstitious. After giving it a lot of thought I guess I am guilty. Going way back I always tried to avoid the cracks on the sidewalks. 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
01
Jun

Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

Gibbs, my cat, is over a year old and he is a large cat. He has outgrown the biting stage (more or less--- Hubby dear says more and I say less.) One day last week, I was cleaning the panes in the back door as my final chore of the morning. All of a sudden I heard the most horrible screech and I turned toward the back yard. Here came Gibbs racing up the grass with a FOX, yes a fox fast on his heels. I did a double-take and then started running toward them. I started waving my arms and yelling and the fox maneuvered a sharp left and went behind the garage.

 

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Wed
25
May

Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

We have an actress in the family!! We traveled to Zachary last Wednesday to help with the new house, the one-year-old granddaughter, Darby, and to see our granddaughter, Riley Kate appear in a school musical. Hubby-dear spent the day helping at the new house and I played with Darby at home, while Davy and Kat were at work and Riley Kate and Braeden were at school. I think I was the only one exhausted comer 5 p.m.!!

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Wed
18
May

Patchwork

by donna smith ammons

I have discovered that I love to paint!! I don’t mean walls or old pieces of furniture needing a life….but paint with brushes on canvases!! I have never had much talent in that department, according to my eigth grade art teacher. He took one long look at an underwater painting I created and nodded, saying “That’s interesting.” Not very encouraging.   

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Wed
18
May

BE CAREFUL TRUMP

by Pete Abington

The former Secretary of Education William Bennett under Ronald Regan has a reputation as one of America’s most important, influential and respected voices on culture, political and educational issues. He expressed his views on a Trump presidency and it is interesting.. In his article he expressed that Trump is stepping on a lot of toes in Washington and it is effecting big bucks. People are now getting very nervous since he is getting so close to being president. Whether you are a Republican or a Democrat, he is talking of really upsetting Washington D.C. and they want to shut him up.

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Wed
11
May

Patchwork

By Donna smith ammons

One day recently, hubby-dear came into the house and announced, “I just want you to know, there’s a three-foot long salt ‘n pepper king snake in the backyard!” “What?” I screeched. “Now don’t kill it because it’s a good snake,” he cautioned. In my book, a dead snake is a GOOD snake. I’ve proudly killed several snakes over the years. One was in the driveway and I chipped away with a shovel. Hubby-dear just shook his head and said an emergency room visit for a snake bite would have been cheaper than repairing the driveway. Another time I chopped up a snake he had been watching for months. It sunned down in the greenery near the pool. One day the snake made a deadly mistake. He raised his head when I was down this way…pretty soon he was in pieces. Sad hubbydear!!! 

 

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