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No place like home I always say and for sure Allen is my home. I think mom felt that real strong for Allen on one “bad” day in 1938. The day we moved to Centrahoma. The old house dad had rented was in horrible shape.

4 to 5 lb. brisket1tsp. garlic salt3 Tbsp. Worcestershire sauceSalt½ bottle liquid smokePepper1 tsp. onion salt1 c. barbeque sauce1 tsp. celery saltTrim fat from brisket and place in pan deep enough that a foil covering will not touch brisket.

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When speaking of democracy versus despotism, of course, I would say, “I choose Democracy.” After all, we all know democracy satisfi es best the human thirst for freedom. And isn’t freedom what we all seek?

A church was in need of a preacher. One of the elders was interested in fi nding out just what kind of minister the church wanted.

Some of us have time during when “…there’s nothing to do.” Maybe this little group of suggested activities might help fill the idle spaces.Bread is like the Sun. It rises in the yeast and sets in the waist.Why do French people eat snails?

One of the more popular expressions knocked around by people in my age group (OLD!!) is “used to be.”That is certainly true of our mothers, past and present.

One of the most interesting stories I have read in a long time has to do with the “little blue pill.”This week the renowned Cleveland Clinic reported the results of a study of the efficacy of this drug in significantly lowering the incidence of Alzheimer’s.

We dodged a big bullet last week. Our cold spell and near zero temperatures were mixed with days of high painful winds. But the real deep snow stayed away. Even as it was, we got several inches of the freezing mist, sleet and snow.

By John Bill Martin Staff Writer johnbillmartin44@gmail.comThe following story is another life lesson I have learned from my long association with the Oklahoma Memorial.At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story.