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It has been bitterly cold in the Ozarks, but thankfully no freezing rain. I think Springfield is the coldest place to be on such a day as Friday was and as luck would have it, I had a doctor appointment. Karen and Nicole saw to it that I wasn’t in the cold wind very long. I got a good report from my cardiologist and so I am thankful for God’s blessings.

We came back to Nikki’s in Sparta where we had lunch and it was a good day spent with two people I love dearly.

I’ve had many comments about the fox events I wrote of last week and I appreciate you all. You are very kind.

As much as we love the Ozarks and like to remember days of old, we realize we could never go back to the way it was, except through written memories. And I wonder how many of the next generations will be interested in reading of our past. I know they can read of it, but they can not even imagine what life was like in the 50’s etc.

But for those of you who know of what I write, wasn’t life fun and happy back then?

All the years we’ve spent seeing things change, we must have come to the realization that rural Missouri is a land under seige. The trees and shrubs that once covered hillsides are being rapidly dozed away to make way for grass.

The landscape has changed so much since my grandparent’s day that they would not recognize the old familiar places or even my parents.

Old barns are being neglected or destroyed – useless relics of a fading past. So written records of what we’ve had around us is a way to keep it alive.

I always get requests to write of old times and customs so I relive those blessed days by writing of them. Soon there won’t be any “old timers” to talk of early life in our beloved hills. So I’ll keep writing from time to time of those days of olden times. One reason being that I enjoy going there and another is that maybe if I write and someone remembers, the past will not be forgotten. And maybe some will find contentment for a brief time in our fast paced world.

THe youngsters think “good old days” is a misnomer, but I truly think that was the best time there will ever be until Jesus returns to set things straight.

So I’ll conclude my ramblings and write what news I know.

I didn’t get to go to church because of icy roads for a while, but my sister told me there was services, but with only a few people and Dustin Stout was the speaker and gave his testimony. He did good.

Jean and Jim Frye had Danny and Jamie Dry and Dustin Stout for Sunday dinner.

I finally got some letters answered. I appreciate your kind letters. I love you my dear friends.

I was deeply saddened to hear of Lance’s death, but rejoiced to hear of his salvation. Lance was a good friend and spent several days around my table and nights on my couch. He would just drop in with a load of hounds to go coon hunting and he was always welcome. I know he got tired of me preaching to him, but he always seemed to tolerate it and to even like me and Jeanie. We in turn liked Lance. I believe anyone who ever knew him liked Lance a lot. He will be missed. I’d like to send love and prayers Jim and Gaytha’s way and to say thank you for sharing your son with us. May God’s love comfort you is my prayer.

I got a letter from Avis Trent Johnson who lives in Arizona. Avis was raised from her young years in Thornfield, Missouri. She has written a “published” book about hearing from God. For more information you may call 480-695-3211.

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