One Pharmacist's View

Covid? About over? Are we, at last, in the final days of this great Pandemic? Some sources still run on about fresh outbreaks in scattered places, but the overall picture is good. Cases are declining. Each week hundreds of thousands are receiving their shots. Over.

Back in the 1940s I went to a place we called Victor. Like so many places in rural Oklahoma, Victor has completely faded away. Oh, there are still a few people strung up and down Highway 270 just East of the Big Caston bridge but the only place left that I know is my Uncle Herman’s place.

Walker Ray (Corky) my wife Pat and I made a drive down to Eastern Oklahoma some years ago. Our destination was Maxie Cemetery, about a mile off US-270 a few miles this side of Wister, Oklahoma.

May we always remember the long 17 days we just endured. It may not have been as entertaining as the winter of ’48 but so far it sure has my attention. It has been a time of something just getting worse. And yes it could have been worse. For many others it was. For me it started out on the 5 th .

It was said, more out of hope than reality back during the election, that Joe Biden was a centrist not a radical. Sounded good. But about what? Being a centrist. he would pay less attention to the extreme right wing. And is Biden “one of them?” Did we at last elect a Truman Democrat?

Groundhog Day So, it was on Tuesday the 2 nd . Since we do not have any real groundhogs, here in Allen, such as Punxsutawney Phil, I thought I would watch the yard closely on Tuesday. What could I watch for? I have a busy crowd of gophers, moles, and armadillos.

Of the Five Tribes, the Cherokees were the largest holder of Africans as chattel slaves. By 1860 the Cherokees had 4,600 slaves. Many Cherokees depended on them as a bridge to white society. Full-blood Indian slave owners relied on the blacks as English interpreters and translators.

All of us are ready for a new year. Goodbye 2020, Hello 2021. A new start. An end to the Covid-19 Pandemic. All of us by now have seen friends and family hit or even now struggling with this deadly virus. Many of us have struggled with friends who never did accept that it was anything serious.

Lydia Ann (Taylor) Dunjee was born March 13, 1846 and would have been 83 years old when she died. She and her family, born freemen, were of the Old Dominion, Virginia. She was reared by a white family of Taylors, for she was one of a large family of three sons and seven daughters.

Burl Ives can sing his little heart out about having a merry-little Christmas this year but how merry can it be with Covid-19 dictating the way we live and what we do. Never been a Christmas like this one.