
Here & There
From Feb. 10, 1966 The first edition of the Randolph County Historical Society’s Review for 1966 is ready for distribution, and we believe it to be another very interesting publication by the Society.
From Feb. 10, 1966 The first edition of the Randolph County Historical Society’s Review for 1966 is ready for distribution, and we believe it to be another very interesting publication by the Society.
As we enter the month of October, Arkansas gears up to celebrate Arkansas Farm to School Month-a time dedicated to connecting schools, early childhood education sites, and various organizations with local farms to provide children with access to fresh, healthy food. This initiative is part of a nationwide effort to foster a deeper connection between communities and local food producers, enriching the lives of students and families alike.
Having reached the age that I outlived my parents, all of my uncles and aunts, and most of my first cousins, I reflect often upon their memories. This column will share those memories as family heritage pieces and as glimpses into a bygone culture.
We were talking last night about the time Mike had his 1985 Monte Carlo SS stolen in Memphis, back in the 90’s. A week later it was found stripped on the side of the road.
This little space gives me so much therapeutic relief—it’s unreal. You all know how much I love a fun personal story or discussing current events.
From Feb. 3, 1966 The number one problem with parents of college students in this area this week has been that of getting the kids back to school after their break between semesters. We worried several days last week but finally got them home from college, between snowstorms, and after they arrived, we breathed a sigh of relief that things would be different when they returned because they had a whole week at home, giving the weather plenty of time to warm up.
Letter to the Editor: On Sunday, September 15, 2024, my son, Rog, and I were traveling from Thayer Missouri to Kennett. We were traveling south on Arkansas Hwy 93 just a few miles south of Dalton, Arkansas. It was raining quite hard and as we rounded a tight curve, Rog’s truck went into a tailspin and we ended up bouncing off a stone wall facing in the opposite direction. We were wearing our seat belts and did not receive injuries.
I am not okay I’m barely getting by I’m losing track of days And losing sleep at night I am not okay I’m hanging on the rails So, if I say I’m fine Just know I learned to hide it well I know I can’t be the only one Who’s holding on for dear life But God knows, I know When it’s all said and done I’m not okay But it’s all gonna be alright - I Am Not Okay by Jelly Roll Last Sunday, I sent a message to one of my friends, just checking in on him because it had been a day or so since we last spoke. “I’ve had a very bad day,” he said.
Had a little trip this week to Rosemary Beach. 10 hour drive down of “That line is 7000 volts. That line is 20,000 volts.” And “That house would sell for a million in Pocahontas. That house would sell for blah blah blah…” Hot coffee and pastries delivered to our room every morning by the child, lots of walking, exploring, pool, beach and all the fresh seafood we could eat! Then 10 hours home of what a good time we had! We hit Havana Beach in The Pearl, La co, Pescado, Gallions, Stinky’s Fish Camp, LA CREMA tapas & chocolate and my favorite Restaurant Paradis!
This week is about squirrel. When I think of squirrel, I think of my Papa Willard, the kind of man who could make a fried squirrel breakfast feel like a five-star experience. Papa had a way of blending simple ingredients with love, laughter and just the right amount of musical magic, plucking a tune on his banjo, guitar or tickling the keys of his piano while something fried in the pan.