A close encounter with: BUGS!
Once, when my father was taking up football tickets at the field near our house, an enormous...
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Once, when my father was taking up football tickets at the field near our house, an enormous...
Read MoreLike most Southerners growing up, my father taught my sister and me how to shoot a rifle. Actually, he tried to teach us how to shoot. When visiting my grandmother’s farm, we would walk over to the barn. Daddy would give us his...
Read MoreRecently I ran across a letter my dad wrote to me in April 1973. I was graduating from UT and had...
Read MorePosted by Cindy Arp | Jan 20, 2023 | Our Town Outdoors | 0
As daughters of the South, my sister, Judy, and I grew up in the church. When we were home in...
Read MorePosted by Cindy Arp | Jan 13, 2023 | Our Town Outdoors | 0
Is it true, is it kind, or is it necessary? I’ve heard and read those words many times, often with...
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