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Wed
04
Nov
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell
The month of November is full of sweet memories and in place of a memorial to my husband John, I decided that I would re-write some of those happier days that we spent together on Toledo Bend.

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Wed
04
Nov
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Patchwork

by donna smith ammons
Sunday afternoons during my teenage years were spent reading the paper and watching football with my Dad. Little brother was usually outside riding his bike and more than likely, Mom was in the kitchen cooking. Daddy and I were watching whatever game was on. We were especially interested in the new exhibition team, the New Orleans Saints, since we were only about 90 minutes from the Crescent City.

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Wed
28
Oct
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

One lesson that is hard for most people to learn is not to be too quick to judge. We may meet a person for the first time and form an opinion before we take the time to learn a little more about them. Just as we cannot judge a book by its cover. Often what sells a book is the jacket design. For instance, Mary Higgins Clark has been my favorite mystery writer since I read her first novel, and I have kept every one of them. I first look to see the name of the person that designed the jacket cover of each new book. Even as a child, I remember the library books that I read over and over again, such as Little Red Riding Hood, Hansel and Gretel, and the Brer’ Fox stories; the picture on the cover of the books depicted the thrill that we could expect once we opened it up and began to read.

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Wed
28
Oct
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by donna smith ammons

This day back in 1954 was a special day for the Smith family. Momma and Daddy had put me to bed ather early that night. Daddy came in several times to wake me, because he thought it was time to go to the base and “get my baby brother”. Finally, he came in, turned on the light and said “Get up, Donna. It’s time to go.” I recall jumping up and saying “I knew we were going!”

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Wed
21
Oct
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Remembering When. . .

by Lola Russell

John’s daughter came over after she got off from work for her weekly visit with me, and I was glad to see her as usual and I told her that we would be going to listen to Sonny Hinton play his guitar and sing some songs of the 1920s and 1930s. Mr. Hinton was born in the town of Many and still has ties there. I didn’t’ know that until yesterday. His wife, Jan is an employee here at the Oaks, in charge of transportation for the residents. He has performed here before with members of the band, but this time he was going solo. He sometimes plays the guitar for our chapel services on Sunday, in place of the piano or organ and we all sing along and make a joyful noise. Jan accompanies him with a tambourine, but not last night. That would not fit in with those yodel songs that we were going to hear.

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Wed
21
Oct
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Patchwork

by Donna Smith Ammons

Autumn has arrived…thankfully. Now all we need is some rain. Wildfires have been battled in Sabineland since last week. Many thanks to the fire departments, volunteers and others who have taken the time to respond and even save several homes. We don’t take time to thank those who volunteer to respond to fire near enough.

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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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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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