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I’m Not Sure They Ever Bought Into My Jollyville Stories

Below is a screenshot of a story I wrote one time about how my early life was and how telling my own sons (and my very skeptical wife) about it and the friendships I made all those many years ago at the little country school I attended. It truly was and is a magical part of my life. Facebook has helped me to reconstruct so much of that era through reconnecting with so many of those early friends made six decades and more ago. My Memories Live On Thru Facebook And The Angora Chronicles. Continue reading I’m Not Sure They Ever Bought Into My Jollyville Stories

Glenn and the Hat Story:

Dial the clock forward to the fall of 1979. My brother had joined me in 1976 in the construction business after he finished a six year stint in the Army. We had contracted to build a nice housing subdivision on … Continue reading Glenn and the Hat Story:

Cec and the 3 Card Monte Game

Back in early 70s Cec had some business to take care of in San Antonio, so he loaded up Bonnie Gay and Nonie and lit out south in Brown Parkers “98” Oldsmobile. With the business out of the way the women folk wanted to go by the Farmer’s Market in downtown San Antonio to get a bunch of fruits and vegetables to take back home. Cec never was much on shopping so he just pulled up on the street and let them out and made the block and parked so he could watch the door for them to come out. … Continue reading Cec and the 3 Card Monte Game

A Trip Up Sheffield Hill (Also called Lancaster Hill)

(Originally posted on March 8, 2017) I’ve been waiting almost 47 years to retrace some tracks that I made in what seems like a different lifetime. Soon after graduating from high school, I was still 17 years old, I got hired on as a relief driver, driving a cattle truck for the Wenmohs Ranch. I was a team driver with Wallace Herbert. (Wallace if you have any corrections or additions please feel free to jump in) I guess you could say I was his understudy. It was the dream job for almost any kid that loved the sound and feel … Continue reading A Trip Up Sheffield Hill (Also called Lancaster Hill)

That’s What Friends Are For

One day recently two old friends, friends for more than six decades were driving to have lunch at a favorite spot. They would get there well before the place opened as it turned out. The passenger said, “what did I do with those papers I was carrying when I got in”? The driver admitted he saw him get in with them, so they must be somewhere. A little farther down the road, the old fellow discovered that he had shoved them in the door pocket. Inquiring what they were he said, “it’s some prescriptions I picked up from the doctor”. … Continue reading That’s What Friends Are For