One Pharmacist's View

Heaven knows we waited long enough for it. Fall, that is.

I had heard my Grandma Ruby speak of the family she had left behind in Alabama but not met very many of them. Later Ruby’s mom was killed by murderous criminals in Gladston her two younger brothers sought a different way of life.

Lesson Learned in Stonewall It was October 19, 1944. The Bullard’s had made the long move (eleven miles) up HW-3 from Centrahoma to Stonewall.

Goodbye Donny Here it is the first of September. I thought if we could ever make it through August, we would surely be done with the 100 plus temperatures but according to my TV the 100s will persist right through our new month of September.

It was 1955 when I first saw this Marine Sargent. He served on my ship’s security detail, the USS Lexington a carrier that fought in WWII.

I’ve got a lot of family memories and “stuff” about my family kin filed away in notebooks in my den closet. One page is about my late Uncle Paul.

No. I never owned one of those marvels of Henry Ford’s engineering but I sure wish I had when I was in high school over at Stonewall.

They don’t make creeks like they used to. I speak of Buck Creek.

Many years ago an evangelistic preacher named Dwight L. Moody has just started preaching his nightly sermon.

There is this place just south of the little town of Centrahoma. I could just call it “Glory-Land” but Won’t.