LETTER TO THE EDITOR: Charting the seasons of our lives
The other night, I awoke from a deep sleep about 2:45 a.m.
Telling our worries and fears how big God is
I was reminded today of the verse in Psalm 30 and the last part of verse 5 that says, “Weeping may last through the night but joy comes in the morning.”
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.