The Clock

In 1914, papa gave $4.00 (four dollars) for a beautiful and masterfully crafted old second-hand Seth Thomas clock. That dear old clock was one of the constant constants in the times of our childhood, adolescence, and early maturity. And it remained an emotional constant in our minds and hearts. Only …

Wagon Wheels North

In the summer of 1923, after the crops were laid by, and seven months before Buddy was born, Papa decided that we would make a covered-wagon trip up through Gainesville, Texas, and on into Oklahoma. The wagon was outfitted with groceries, clothing, bales of hay for the mules, and other …

Stories Our Mama Told Us

| Murder and Runaway Mules | Music for a Moppet | A Cotton-Picking Love Story | The Hovel That Became a Mansion | The Crossing | The Home-Going of Mama’s Mother Deep and dear memories of the “story-telling hours” that we spent at Mama’s knees, along with the many stories …

Into the Unknown

I have one dear memory of Mama that I have never been able to satisfactorily articulate, or to fully record in writing. It is the memory of the morning I left my home, on January 13, 1940, to attend a college that was located 400 miles away. Due to the fact that …

Memories of Mama

An abundance of fleeting memories of Mama have always floated and danced through my mind and heart, but none of the memories of my first two years of life are ever clear and distinct. Among my earliest concrete memories are: Those of her sitting beside Papa on the spring seat …

The Scar on His Leg

(Tales from a Texas Preacher excerpt.) Shortly after Buddy had recuperated from his coal-and-horseshoe wounds, I became apprehensive about his personal security. Bonnie and Clyde, and Raymond Hamilton, were terrorizing our country in every direction. This forced me to the conclusion that I must devise some method or mark by …