Picking memories from fields of cotton
My jaunts around the South take me past old haunts, a cotton gin now and then.
LETTER TO THE EDITOR: Tales of my brother, Richard DeLorme
Almost 75 years ago, my brother, Richard, was born to Cecil DeLorme and Angela “Angie” DeLorme of Dovesville on March 12, 1947.
The true story of Miss Emily’s Oak
She planted the oak some 68 years ago.
Miss Emily was around 26 then.
I agree but there’s more we can do
I listened to President Biden’s first State of the Union address last week and, I have to say, I agree with him on some of the things he said.
You can ride ‘wild horses’ in many directions
When I hear some determined soul say, “Wild horses couldn’t pull me away,” thoughts race through my mind.
They’re beating those drums again
Beginning late last Wednesday night, Russia launched a full-scale attack on the independent republic of Ukraine.
