Monthly Archives: November 2011

Before we move on to Sara’s Civil Rights Era memoirs, let me tie up the loose ends for those of you who don’t know our family. Russell retired (not altogether willingly) from the grocery business in the late 1980s. He … Continue reading →

“I have never had any delusions of being a skilled writer or of ever writing a book in the hopes that it would be published. Twenty-five years of newspaper reporting and seeing feature stories published with my byline have pretty … Continue reading →

“I would start about Thankgiving cooking for Christmas and would freeze all kinds of goodies. The cutout cookies were one of the first things to go in the freezer and then the cakes. I made enough cakes for me and … Continue reading →

“As little ones kept being added to the family we could always count on having more children around and more presents under the tree to be opened. There were a lot of funny incidents to remember, such as the time … Continue reading →

Don’t give up on Sara’s memoirs; I’m throwing out the leftovers today and hope to be back in business, with at least two more postings, by tomorrow. Happy Thanksgiving and Egg Bowl weekend to all!

“I never had any desire to live anywhere but Greenwood, and the huge oak tree in the backyard which he [Russell] protected with stakes when it was just a twig next to the swing set reminds us that this really … Continue reading →

“Daughter of the Delta” is cooking (?!) for English friends and relatives this week, so there may be a short interruption in the blogs. And I need some feedback from those of you who have faithfully followed this trip through … Continue reading →

This is not from Sara’s memoir. Just a personal observation, so bear with me. LSU 52, Ole Miss 3. My father taught me to love many things in life, not the least of which was Ole Miss football. And he … Continue reading →

“In 1979 Russell’s thirty-three year job with H.J.Heinz Company came to an end, when they terminated all of the sales force and decided to sell their products through food brokers. It was quite a blow because he had intended to … Continue reading →

“Mary and Howard had moved back to Greenwood from Ohio in 1980, and in September, 1981, Howard died. Mary and I had been out to the hospital and to the nursing home, and he was going to go hunting with … Continue reading →