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“It’s okay, Keggie,” Emerson said. “I didn’t mean to!” I tried to maintain a stern look in the face of my granddaughter’s sweet as sugar upturned face. The Bellerina Czar was supposed to be taking her afternoon nap— or trying to, anyway. Her mother’s rules were clear. Even if she couldn’t fall asleep, Emerson knew she was supposed to stay in bed and look at

My Papa works in the crop insurance business. His work requires him to do a lot of traveling but he enjoys it. He was working some claims in Tennessee once when he struck up a conversation with a nice man at the local burger place. ‘Course, I should tell y’all that Papa can chat with anyone. He rarely meets a stranger. Papa and that farmer

Hello folks, thanks for dropping by! Y'all have a seat, and let’s chat…~smile~ A woman named Linda Sunshine once said, “My sister taught me everything I really need to know, and she was only in sixth grade at the time.” I get that. My oldest sister and I have a unique relationship. Why, it’s been weeks since we’ve talked but in typical Cyndie style, she

He was born the youngest of three children in El Campo, Texas on October the 18th, 1932. As a young man Charles thought he might become a mechanical engineer, a vocation defined as applying scientific knowledge to practical problems through the use of machines and tools. It was during his tour of duty with the U.S. Marines that he became convinced he was supposed to

It’s hard to believe, but Larry Jr. is in his first year of college. Isn’t that crazy? I remember when Larry Jr. was a love-sick high school sophomore mooning over that senior girl? That’s the year he took the drama class. Larry, who had previously been interested in two completely different stages: the football field and the basketball court. His parents couldn’t have been more surprised

Hello folks, it's a pleasure to welcome y'all back to my porch. Have a seat and let’s chat…~smile~ Remember my telling y’all about our family’s history of pulling practical jokes on our children? Well, my Papa was a major player. One night, back on Bull Run Road, it fell to my middle sister Rhonda to carry the scraps out after supper. (City folks: that means

My friend River Jordan sent me a great picture yesterday. I only have to open my phone and look at it to get a good laugh. Of course, that means I must share it with y'all. I hope it lightens someone's load. First, some back story. If you've been around All Things Southern long you may have heard me refer to River as Cat, and myself as Dog. Those nicknames came about