Classes resumed after Christmas at a furious pace. The professors piled on the assignments making up for lost time. I was struggling in botany and hated it. There didn’t seem to be enough time to get it all done, not with working three hours each day, and I had no choice about that. Looking back, it seems that my work…
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The days on the calendar flew quickly by. Thanksgiving had come and gone, and I was looking forward to a nice long break at Christmas. I was tired and “run down”, to use one of Mama’s expressions, after a bout with strep throat and a high fever. I had even managed to spend a few days and nights as a…
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The days immediately preceding my freshman year of college were bittersweet ones. My heart was still tender and nothing was ready for my leaving home. Since I’d given up my scholarship, it meant Daddy having to get a bank loan for my meals, housing, books and tuition; and it meant my having to work on campus at the infirmary for…
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The first time I saw Josh Lucas in Sweet Home Alabama, I was propelled back in time…as swiftly and surely as any time machine could have managed. It was June 1963 all over again and a Saturday night in Memphis. Two sisters and friends from church, Diane and Yvonne, and I had just arrived a little late to the Saturday…
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Forty-six years ago we were standing there smiling…the shutter was pressed…and a moment in time was captured forever. It seems to me I can remember that day. I’m not positively sure where the three of us (L-R: Nancee, Dianne and Kathy) were going, but I believe it was the Cotton Carnival. It would have been May or June 1962 and…
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