Tag: writing
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Travel Day
My remembrances of Christmases in Crooked Creek always involved travel. First in a black Ford Fairlane station wagon, then in later years a pea green Ford Gran Torino station wagon. Dad was a Ford man and the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree because his son is a Ford truck man and his grandson…
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I Love to Tell the Stories of Appalachia
I am so excited for my newest book, entitled “I Love to Tell the Stories of Appalachia.” The rich history of my Appalachian family was fundamentally preserved through the gift of story telling from one generation to another. I can so vividly remember as a young boy of 6 or 7, sitting and listening to…
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Do you hear what I hear?
My wish for my kids would be that for just one Christmas they could experience what God blessed me with for a dozen-plus Christmases. I was the youngest in our family and was robbed of more of the years together than my siblings and cousins, but boy was I blessed. When you have 11 people…
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The Barlow Knife
One of the great memories for me as a child was Main Street in Mt. Vernon, Kentucky. To most this would be just another sleepy town, slowly succumbing to a World fed by Interstates, allowing quick exits and entries. To me, Main Street in Mt. Vernon represented my people, past and present. There were…
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He sat in the truck!
Hunting in Appalachian Kentucky was a survival event in those early decades, through the Great Depression and beyond. I have heard tales of hunger causing my family to kill and eat just about any animal. My white grandpa (my dad’s father, who lived in the white house), would eat just about anything. If I killed…
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The Bus Driver
My mother was a bus driver for 23 years before she left us for Heaven. She loved being a bus driver because she loved children. To parent’s of kindergarteners she was known as the ‘singing bus driver.’ She had this title because she would sing with the kindergartens as she drove them to and from…
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Mamaw’s Eggs
The Good ‘Ol Days “Brothers and sisters, I do not consider that I have made it my own yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the [heavenly] prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”…
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Gold Shoes
“but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31 ESV Happy 91st Birthday dad. Your first in Heaven. I see you wearing your shoes of gold and running through fields…
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Dashing Through the Snow
“Nevertheless, I am continually with you; you hold my right hand.” Psalm 73:23 ESV I remember vividly coming to mamaw and papaw’s house for Christmas when we lived in Fort Worth, TX, while dad pursued his Master’s Degree (and graduated) from seminary. This would have been around 1969 or 1970. The travel time was really…
Myron Speaks 