Month: February 1999
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window on the past
Dorothy leaves Oz whispering “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.” For the 80-year-old J. Lee Schaub of Cleo Springs, Okla., that same feeling is reflected in the short notes and letters I’ve received from him. He spent his childhood in the southside of El Dorado near the old Ouachita Refinery where…
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First Mardi Gras
I tossed cereal and milk on the table for my grade school sons to eat while I gathered up a change of clothes and snacks for the pre-schooler and found my pocketbook. My daughter and I were heading out for a morning of garage sale shopping. One of the boys came out wearing one of…
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power of prayers
I tossed cereal and milk on the table for my grade school sons to eat while I gathered up a change of clothes and snacks for the pre-schooler and found my pocketbook. My daughter and I were heading out for a morning of garage sale shopping. One of the boys came out wearing one of…
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a cat’s life
When a cat is comfortable that’s all that matters. Over the holidays we stayed in the home of a woman with a giant of a black cat. He did not touch the antique country pitcher on top of a small cabinet as he leapt up beside it and sprang over it to the top of…