Monthly Archives: February 2016

SOUTHERN BUCKET LIST

Posted on February 29, 2016 by Mary Prater

Southern Bucket List by Gary Wright A few alligators are naturally of the vicious type and inclined to resent it when you prod them with a stick.. You can find out which ones these are by prodding them. -Will Cuppy … Continue reading →

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THANK YOU HARPER LEE

Posted on February 25, 2016 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

     Thank you, Harper Lee,  for helping us to grow    

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UNSUNG HEROE’S By Tom Lawrence

Posted on February 22, 2016 by Mary Prater

UNSUNG HEROE’S By Tom Lawrence  In every generation and in every society there are those who make a difference—without recognition or fame. Mostly, they are just plain folks, leading ordinary lives, who find themselves thrust into a situation that demands … Continue reading →

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SPREADIN’ THE BLUES

Posted on February 15, 2016 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

SPREADIN’ THE BLUES By Deborah Fagan Carpenter Otha Turner’s Barn Their Mississippi roots run deep, and their Mississippi musical roots run even deeper. They’re the North Mississippi Allstars, and with a style heavily influenced by those roots, but uniquely their … Continue reading →

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THE “S” IN MISSISSIPPI

Posted on February 8, 2016 by Deborah Fagan Carpenter

THE “S” IN MISSISSIPPI By Joe Goodell Katherine Lee Bates got it right. America is beautiful, as is Mississippi. Her poem describing the wonders of our magnificent country later joined Samuel A Ward’s hymn, America the Beautiful, to become a … Continue reading →

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THE YEAR WAS 1947

Posted on February 1, 2016 by Mary Prater

THE YEAR WAS 1947 By Tom Lawrence   My friend Billy and I were walking home from school on a warm October afternoon in 1947. The aroma of burning leaves filled the air, and there was just the hint of … Continue reading →

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