Faith

Wrapper or Gift?

Body I enjoy the antics of my friends pets. Whether I see them on a video or they tell me about them. But, I am allergic to cats and dogs and so I don’t have either. I have a widowed friend, in Arkansas, that has two tabbies. They keep her entertained and loneliness at bay.

Memories and Musings

Body Thinking back on my “schooling” in San Augustine, Texas, I recall that I was not allowed to use anything except a #2 lead pencil in my studies. At least, not until I entered the fifth grade under Mrs. Margaret Wade.
Memories and Musing

Fincher’s Corner

Body In 1947 my English teacher (Mrs. Stanton Memefee) called me to her desk and said, “Henry, “Sleepy” Hughes told me you had found a covey of quail.” When I told her I had flushed a covey near the East Center airport, she asked me to shoot her one and bring it to class.
Fincher’s Corner

Postscript

Body “Perfection is the enemy of progress,” according to Winston Churchill. It’s the time of year when we try to do too much, change too quickly.

Favorites

Body Family gatherings always brings the thought of food. What will we eat and who will bring what? At least, this is the way we do it, at my house.

Fincher’s Corner

Body In 1951 as I hitch-hiked back to Seminary in Springfield, Missouri, I stopped in for “chili dog” sandwich in Mena, Arkansas. The sandwich cost me twenty-five cents (the cheapest thing on the menu) and it left me a ten dollar bill in my wallet and some change in my pocket.
Fincher’s Corner

Postscript

Body My nephew, Beau, keeps me on my toes. Keeping on my toes is a good way to develop balance and agility.

Memories and Musings

Body I was watching the Dr. Phil show the other day when he made a statement that I had not heard in a long time. He told one of his guests that he didn’t “care a tinker’s damn about that”. That comment prompted me to delve into that old saying as to its real or intended meaning.
Memories and Musings

Christmas Trees

Body Thanksgiving has come and gone. Part of my family was here, along with some close friends. After eating lunch, the men, sat in recliners and lazily looked at their phones, talked and maybe took a nap.

Fincher’s Corner

Body Years ago we sent our son Mark a professional digital camera for his early Christmas present. Since he isn’t a photographer, he has spent a lot of time learning how to use it. He called one day and said that when he tried to take a shot, an “error” warning kept popping up.
Fincher’s Corner
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