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I loved Goat Ridge Farm, the farm my dad’s parents operated in Leflore County, Oklahoma. My readers know that’s the farm my brother Gerald and I were often exiled to in the hot summers of the 1940s. My dad, in his fatherly logic thought he might be helping out his dad by sending us down there for a few weeks each summer. He said he wanted to help out his dad since all his sons grew up and (like my dad) fled the paradisical farm and its abundant farming chores. Like character building plowing, hoeing, gathering and milking six or eight cranky cows every day, slopping hogs, and so forth. Besides, dad said, the suffering and hardships would do us both good.
Read more“Your friends are worried about you.” Anyway, that’s what people say when they want to bad mouth you. That was sort of the way one of one newspaper in (Israel) decided to comment on what they see has happened to Americans. First of all, the writer of this paper which enjoys good circulation in the USA points out how America has been so blessed for the past 75 or 80 years. You know, we won the big war. Then turned right around and rescued those we vanquished. We spent billions of dollars helping Germany and Japan rebuild their cities and we got their economy going in short order.
Read moreA lot of things happen to us as we age. I was in the 2nd grade and under the tutorage of my older brother Gerald and fellow classmate Letha Mae before I really started to worry about life. And death.
Read moreI always enjoy the newsletter from Old Sweaty Life. The latest issue had a couple of great items.
Read moreDuring these summer months of 2022 we’ll for sure remember how hot it was. And is. Many of you took trips this summer to our National Parks and not a few even made a trip to Washington, DC. Well, I didn’t—not this year anyway.
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