2014 in Review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,100 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 52 trips to carry that many people.

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MISSISSIPPI RIVER BRIDGES

WILLIAM FAULKNER was an American writer and Nobel Prize laureate from Oxford, Mississippi. Faulkner is primarily known for his novels and short stories set in the fictional Yoknapatawpha County, based on Lafayette County, Mississippi, where he spent most of his life. He wrote often about the Mississippi River and the people of the Deep South who were affected by her moods and yet depended on her for life. During one particularly bad flooding, he compared her to a mule when he said, “A mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once.”

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BLOGGING 101: Teacher Evaluation and Farewell to the Class

Antique Typewriter

Typing classes in my school were taught using these old Royal or Remington typewriters and yet we still communicated with the world.  We got jobs, found mates, had children and even educated them.  We went through college doing our papers on those old things, but today we have computers and what is more we have blogs.  Ah, yes, blogs.

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MY HOME TOWN

Clarendon City Limits
Clarendon City Limits Photo courtesy Barclay Gibson, July 2009

I have traveled HWY 287 between Denver and Dallas many times with my daddy’s aunt when she was off from school during summer breaks, but mostly the rides were from our farm to church, school or grocery shopping nearby my hometown of Clarendon, Texas.

The highway itself was built with gravel taken from one of my daddy’s farms near a place called Hedley.  He originally bought what was known as “the old Mann place” so he could run Galloway cattle there, but with trespassers always leaving the gates open when they came to shoot quail, he had a hard time keeping his cattle contained.  Neighbors would call and say, “Your cows are out again.”  Or they would call to complain that our bull had knocked down one of their chicken pens.

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