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 taught me to hate almost nothing, except the New York Yankees and LSU. I miss him most during football season, but on nights like this, I hope there’s no transistor radios and no ESPN in heaven.
Hello....I'm in possession of a priceless collection of memoirs and memorabilia left by my mother, Sara Evans Criss. She was a native and lifelong (88 years!) devotee of our small town, who covered this peculiar and volatile corner of the world for 30 years as the Memphis Commercial Appeal's Greenwood bureau chief, a job that started out with debutantes and high school football and wound up spang in the midst of one of the twentieth century's most enduring social upheavals. This blog is dedicated to her memory and the legacy she left behind, both for her family and her community.
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Criss always teased me about being a yankee. When I moved to Louisiana, he teased me even more. The story is a legend in our side of the family about Mary Emrey being punched at the Ole Miss/LSU game when she cheered for LSU surrounded by Ole Miss fans. She got a black eye to show for it. LSU fans never under estimate Ole Miss. You’ve beaten us too many times. Melanie
You were our only exotic cousin in a faraway place. I remember being so envious of Cathy when she went traveling with y’all while I had knee surgery. And as far as teasing, anything you got from Daddy I got back in spades from Mamie. I’ve tried to convey in these blogs what a unique and delightful soul she was.