The Old Soldiers Parade

The old man had slipped out the back door of the Nursing Home, quietly made his way through the trees and out to the sidewalk. He lived in the old Army-Navy Home for Veterans, and had been there for a long time. He was in his 90’s, but still got around pretty good, considering the arthritis that had set up in about every part of him that moved. His family was all gone, a son … CONTINUE READING

Staley Walton

The old man was cold, on this December day, even in his long johns and wool socks, under his old bib overalls, he just couldn’t seem to get warm anymore. His old house, which started out being a log cabin that somebody built back before the War For Southern Independence, had been closed in with rough cut lumber, through the years, but the cold wind still found the holes and cracks, and sometimes, of a … CONTINUE READING

Nativity Scene In The Ozarks

December 20th, 1948 When I was growing up, our family would attend two different churches that were close to our farm. One was a Baptist Church and the other a Methodist. I say our family, but it was mostly me, moving back and forth between the two. Ya’ see, the Methodist had a great young peoples group, and the Baptist Church was mostly older folks…so, I preferred the Methodist in those early years. Every year, the … CONTINUE READING

Grandpa’s Memories

Oh, Grandfather, What Were You Thinking?-Stan Hitchcock Consider the time frame, 1926 to 1946, and what History tells us about the challenges of life that those in that period of time faced. In the beginning of that twenty years, folks had only been out of the First World War, for 8 years, and now they were plunged into Hoover’s Great Depression, from 1929-1939, the complete collapse of the American Financial system, with people losing everything … CONTINUE READING

Genova’s Chestnut Inn

June, 1968 – ROAD Stories… Genova’s Chestnut Inn Coming into Kansas City, MO, after driving all night from a gig in Oklahoma the day before, I checked into a Motel, to get a couple hours sleep before I had to get ready for tonight’s show.  As I was drifting off for my nap, I was looking forward to seeing some of my old friends and kin folk at the show, in a club where I … CONTINUE READING

Bridge Over Untroubled Water

The rivers and streams where I grew up in the Ozarks are a source of peace and solace to me in memory. I love to wade a good, clear and clean creek, the water running over the limestone rocks and gravel, below which is the still water where the bass lay and wait for food to wash down, hitting my soft plastic craw or worm with such gusto that your breath stops for a moment. … CONTINUE READING