Letter To The Editor (True Stories)

Every once in a while you’ll be watching a

movie and then suddenly realize that the stuff

going on really did happen. I know it’s called

a true story.


It happens all of the time, but some of those

movies are just too hard to believe. I recently

went to the theater and watched one of those



Won’t say which one because I don’t want to

spoil it for someone else, but the setting for

the movie really amazed me, as I did not know

it existed.


The subject matter was another story. One that

can actually be believed or on the other hand one

that can be shifted to some type of mental illness.

Nevertheless when I got back home I had to look

up the house that was in this movie and read all

about it. So much history involved, and so much

more to learn about the subject.


It’s funny how a movie and peak one’s interest.

I still have many questions and will take my time

researching the subject.



Much interest involved in this unnamed movie.”



Letter To The Editor (Looking For Spring)

We are beginning to hear the sounds of spring.

Not that it is almost here, but we do have a yearning

for it.

Here in Texas a few cold days is enough. How they

manage it in the North is beyond me. One big chill

is enough for me. Surely before spring does arrive

we will have a few more cold days.


The groundhog said so when he saw his shadow,

and the weathermen tell us the same. This is not

the time to put up the sweaters or the coats as

they will come in handy before we know it.


Here comes both Mardi Gras and Valentine’s Day.

The year will fly by if we don’t get a grip on it.


Spring will be here soon enough and then we

know what comes after that. A long hot summer.

I can wait.


“Spring time blues-

But first we must pay all of our winter dues.”

Letters To The Editor (Fish And Bones)

I was out to eat with the husband the other night and fried

fish was on the menu. Bone or boneless was the choice. I

clearly remember eating catfish with my grandmother and

watching out for those bones.


She lived near the levee outside of New Orleans and her brother

would walk over the levee and go fishing right there in the

Mississippi River.


After catching several catfish he would come home and

get them ready for my grandmother to fry. With bones

intact she would dip them in the batter. The smell

throughout the house was so good, and when it was

time to eat, the fish pieces would melt in your mouth.


The only thing to spoil it might be a bone or two. Lucky

for us we would catch them in time. No choking for any

of us and the thought of that happening was not a good



Back to our recent dinner. I chose the boneless fish.

Of course with the realization that there was always

a chance to find a bone anyway. Until the world is

perfect I have to assume that fact.


“To enjoy and wish-

For the perfect boneless fish.”

Letter To The Editor (Powder)

She looked at the glass container and suddenly thought about

her Grandmother. It was round on the bottom and steeple shaped

on the top. It held body powder that her Grandmother regularly

wore and when the container was empty, she would call her Avon

lady to get a refill.


It was a part of her childhood. She could not remember when the

glass container was not on the dresser with the mirror behind it.

It shined by itself and in its own reflection in the mirror.


She not only admired the glass container but she loved the smell

that it contained, for it had become her Grandmother’s smell.

Whenever her Grandmother entered the room the scent came

with her. Whenever she would leave the room the scent stayed

behind for a while.


It has been years since the glass container was last seen, but

one was in a quaint antique shop and when she saw it the

memories flooded in. Even though it held no scent she

suddenly remembered the one that her grandmother

carried with her. Some things never leave us. Sweet

Grandmother memories is one of those things.

“Time spent-

Reliving a comforting scent.”

Letter To The Editor (Sticking To That List)

The lady left the house to go and pick up a loaf of bread. After shopping

for a while in her neighborhood thrift store she decided that she had

better get out of there because she had no intentions of shopping there

to begin with.

This is a typical scenario for all of us. Usually it happens within the same

store, but we can venture off into other directions. How many times have

we gone into the store to get one item, and before long our arms are


Those extra items can get heavy and then of course we wished that we

had gotten a basket. It wasn’t done when we entered the store because

who needs a basket for one item?

So this year one of our resolutions is to make a list and stick to it. No

extra and no more got to have that. If it is not on the list keep walking.

We’ll see how long this lasts. Don’t we just love those good intentions?



Only for list stuff without stopping.”

Letter To The Editor (No Royal Magic Wand Involved In This One)


I recently saw a commercial where a little girl

thanks the president for letting us say

Merry Christmas again. I thought that

was odd because no one or no president had

ever stopped me from staying such a statement

and exactly how did he fix this?


Did he accomplish this by attending the church

of his choice on Christmas Eve? He doesn’t attend

church regular because he is putting the public at

the church in danger. This doesn’t count for any

other gatherings.


Maybe he banned buying gifts on the Savior’s birthday.

That certainly was created by humans and is readily

practiced. If it is your birthday then why am I getting a gift?

That takes some calculating.


Did he do this by banning any other religion in the United

States? This would certainly take care of the problem as the

War on Christmas is actually about other religions, especially

Hanukkah and Kwanzaa getting in the way. Check out what Henry

Ford and The John Birch Society said back in the 1920’s and the 1950’s

regarding anti-Semitic ideas.


Taking a step back further in the 17th and 18th century, the Puritans

did not celebrate Christmas at all. Pagan holiday from Rome. Folks

were fined and jailed for doing so for many years. 1870 was when

Christmas became a federal holiday.


Obviously someone is trying to take credit for something that they

did not do. There is plenty of room for many beliefs including my own.

I don’t need anyone’s okay to do so. I do not live in a kingdom with a ruler

to wave a magic wand.


I recently saw a commercial where a little girl thanks the president for

letting us say Merry Christmas again. I thought that was odd because no

one or no president had ever allowed or stopped me from saying such a

statement and it’s time we said so out loud.

“To give it a try-

To squash one more lie.”


Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose (Solo Ice Cream)

While waiting in line at the bank, I overheard two women


discussing a little ice cream machine. Rock salt is what you


put in it and then you had to stir it for a long time. One woman


said that she would be too lazy to stir it for a long time, and the


other one said that is why you invite friends over.


The conversation concluded with the thought that there would


not be enough ice cream for the people invited over to stir.



The solution was easy enough as it was stated that was the time


for the invited company to go home. Problem solved.

“A cold cold scheme-
To create and eat homemade ice cream”.


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