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We Oklahomans recall with pride the fact that noted humorist Will Rogers was from the Sooner State and didn’t mind telling about his heritage to people in Hollywood, Washington DC, the South, overseas and any other place where people would listen.

My father was also my pastor for half of my lief. I have such great memories of that church and those who attended. Recently I read an article written by Walker Moore about “Country” churches and it brought back so many memories…. COUNTRY CHURCHESI grew up attending small, country churches.

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I am a proud member of the Baby Boomer generation. I also have very little in common with Generation Z.

As an “ole-timer” I often think of the “good ole days.” When I recently read the following, it brought back a lot of memories… The rhythmic charm of rockabilly dazzles your brain and bones with excitement.

The average house payment in America today is $2,883 on a 30-year mortgage. The average payment on a fixed year rate mortgage is about $3,759. (January stats from businessfinder. com).The average car payment in America is $732 a month for new cars and $532 a month for used cars. (Nerdwallet.

Taking Care Of What You Have I was out mowing my front yard a few years back when my neighbor, the late Da - vid Jones, pulled his mower over to where I was. He did this sometimes when he wanted to talk. So, I pulled up and we be - gan to chat about this and that.

Not too long ago I had “one of those days.” I was feeling pressure from a writing deadline. I had company arriving in a couple days and the toilet was clogged. I went to the bank, and the trainee teller processing my deposit had to start over three times.

We Were Eclipsed A long time ago — well one week ago — the much heralded “North American Eclipse” came to Allen. Weather forecasters happily forecasted that we probably wouldn’t be able to see it anyway. Clouds they said. I watched all this with a sort of wishy-washy attitude.

THE EYE OF THE STORM Sunday morning at our house is a little like Dante’s Inferno. A great lament goes up among the children when they discover someone else has gone before them into the water chamber. In a few moments I will hear the hum of hair dryers and the shouts of, “Has anybody seen my brush?