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On every continent there is a city called Rome.
And Now You Do
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4:17, For they eat the bread of wickedness, and drink the wine of violence.
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Foxtales: A Strong Desire.. Not To Make Anyone Feel…“Less Than”
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Another occasion comes to mind that is about my own youngest, and very precious grandson.
Spencer and his Mom had gone to the elementary school to have lunch together one day. There was a boy sitting at their table who turned to my grandson and said, “You must be really, really rich to be wearing a Tommy Hilfiger*shirt“. Spence looked down at the shirt while gathering his thoughts about what to reply. He said, “Well, we’re not rich, in fact, we’re having financial trouble.” LOL
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A good friend of mine I first met in Sunday School years ago when her twins were only a year old, and are now forty-two has four children in all: a daughter, the twins, and lastly, my “Cherished Godson,”, Blair, who is her youngest child. and calls me "MiMi just as my own four grandchildren do. Blair is So Special to me! (I’m using his middle name, since this is going on the internet.)
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
For those of you who read my Foxtales, you may have noticed that I haven't written anything in a while. There are many reasons other than my physical infirmities. Since writing is my favorite thing to do I view that ast as spilling my guts you'd refer to the content almost a grand faux pas, but at least a slight omission none the less; unintentional, of course.
I only realized that people really read these stories when a very good friend , who now lives in Houston called me and brought it to my attention that I haven't written any new stories lately. I am always so flattered when one of my high school friends calls me. This one is very good about just picking up the phone to see what is going on with me. She has had her own share of physical problems. She is an uplifting person to talk to, because she is so positive.
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Foxtales: Two Personal Things That Can Go Terribly Awry
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
For those of you who read my Foxtales, you may have noticed that I haven’t written anything in a while. There are many reasons other than my physical infirmities. Since writing is my favorite thing to do I view that as almost a grand faux pas…but at least a slight omission none the less; unintentional, of course.
I only realized that people really read these stories when a very good friend , who now lives in Houston called me and brought it to my attention that I haven’t written any new stories lately. I Am always so flattered when one of my high school friends calls me. This one is very good about just picking up the phone to see what is going on with me. She has had her own share of physical problems. She is an uplifting person to talk to, because she is so positive.
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Foxtales: And The Class Laughed On... In Living Color
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
In this article I’ll once again, talk of my favorite High School teacher. I want to tell a very short FOX TALE, the setting of which, in that now, well remembered class room of Opal Currington’s. It’s the place where so many Kerensites learned the basics of the English language. It just so happens that Mrs.Currington falls into the category of my favorite.
Since she is also favored by many older residents of Kerens taught by the one and only, those probably have clear cut memories of many days spent in that room in our old high school building. Mrs.Curington also t! aught me speech in "the room" that I remember more vividly than the others in the building.
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
One day I was thinking about my large collection of egg replicas in all sizes. That day, when I wasn’t even pondering about where this egg fetish had it’s beginning, the answer came to me as clear as a bell, as I got a flash-back of a story I’ve heard a gazillion times. It’s a childhood tale my kinfolks have told over and over again because it was an odd thing for a toddler to do. They probably thought I was retarded. lol I’m not 100% sure if I remember it completely on my own, or just remember people telling the story.
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Foxtales: The Foolish Foxter and her Big Red Can
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
Due to the state of my health…and or mind, I’ve been having what I admit must be "Writers Block". Gee, I hated to admit that! I always pride myself in never having that problem. See what happens when you brag? LOL.
I decided that if I was to submit a story, or journal entry, I would just have to pretend to be writing to my Aunt Agnes; someone who really dotes on my family tales. I figure, since she’s "an imaginary aunt" to epitomize all loving aunts everywhere, I’d be allowed to suggest that she was the doting kind.
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
I used my grandmother’s information because she is sixty-six years old, and grew up in the forties and fifties. I figured that would be good. Shesaid they didn’t have gangs who messed up the buildings by spray painting graffiti on everything. They weren’t called punks or slime balls then. Juvenile delinquent was the name they were given.
The town Mimi grew up in was small. The population was 1,707 people. The bad kids, the ones who got in trouble, were called hoodlums and thugs, and were looked down on. If you did something bad, someone would tell your Dad. You couldn’t get away with anything. Everyone knew your business. That’s what small town life is like.
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
I can’t remember just when this event happened. Time seems to go on and on when you’re young. It sometimes makes me wish that I had kept an accurate diary or journal at the time. The only problem with that is that you write in it your most intimate thoughts and experiences, and someone always manages to snoop. It might have helped me keep the names straight. But, heh, I didn’t know then I’d be writing stories in 2005.
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Foxtales: DARRELL MABRY....LITTLE DARLIN
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
Darrell Mabry...Little Darling! I mentioned in a past column, about the responses I’ve had from people who live all over Texas (never under estimate the power of the news media!) I suppose it also proves that people really do read the entire TRIBUNE. I believe that most people like to look back over their own pasts and stroll now and then ‘DOWN THEIR OWN MEMORY LANE’. I hope some of my remembering may have triggered some of yours. It gives me a warm feeling to think so...humor me .OK?...I’m into my mid-life…and I’m fragile!
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
Where do I start ? To say that Dodds Lake was the big deal place to go swimming, in the fifties, is a good place to begin. I was involved in many large gatherings there. The one that stands out from the rest, involved mothers, daughters and siblings. We had one heck of an all day outing! The picture I remember most vividly is one of all the women wearing their swimsuits, all lined up in a row. There was also a cute one with mother and Melba Rea. Melba had on her swimsuit, mother had on street clothes, with a big hat. I dare not send it in. Trust me it was a precious picture.
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
I’ve mentioned before that I write a monthly newsletter called FOXTALES. It’s simply an extension of my thoughts and feelings that I set up in a newsletter format complete with color art. It is has been very therapeutic to write, just as DOWN MEMORY LANE has been. Writing DOWN MEMORY LANE has been the best thing I’ve ever done, in the way of "doing something for my own personal growth." Recalling helped me clear out the cobwebs of my stored memories that we all have to some extent, I think.
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
It was a Sunday morning in 1946 like any other one. I got up, dressed, ate my breakfast, and gathered my things together for Sunday School at the Methodist Church. We lived in a house that faced north, on highway 31. It was a duplex, and we shared it with a lady named Poe. When I questioned mother about who lived there, just to check my memory, she said It was the Crockers. Now I’m really con-fused, because Mrs. Poe taught me to crochet, sitting in chairs out in our front yard. (not a very safe place it turns out) I remember it vividly. If she didn’t live there, she really visited a lot. The house was on the corner, and had a shallow porch, all the way across the front, with only one step up to the porch. Later the root beer stand was on that same spot.
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
I must be set on a "think about all my former teachers" mode. Mr.Cook was my fifth grade teacher. (Or was it fourth?) Here I am, telling of what an influence another teacher had on me! In 1947-48, when our class was upstairs at the southwest end of that classy, old red brick, white pillared two story building. I remember clearly a group of giggly little girls sing-songing our teacher’s name at recess because his initials, and his last name made a short sentence.
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Foxtales: A Stroll Down Memory Lane: Suzie and Me
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Column by Sandra Simmons Fox
It was not under the best of circumstances that I saw my favorite cousin, Susie. We were both in Kerens for the funeral of Suzanne’s Mother, and my Aunt (Hazel Mayo.) It was only the second time I had seen Suzie, since my wedding in 1956.
During a Mayo reunion I saw her about six years ago, and Don took pictures of Uncle Hardy, Suzanne and I. Those pictures have become really special to me. Uncle Hardy is the last one still living, from the Sid Mayo children. Suzie hugged my neck, and said ,"You look just like your mother." I carried a picture in my purse of "Suzie and me" when we were little girls, hoping to get the chance to show it to her. When she did see it, she smiled, and said something very nice about my hair being wavy and hers being straight when we both were kids. "Suz" always knew just the right thing to say."
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 "Anyone can say 'no'. It is the first word a child learns and often the
first word he speaks. It is a cheap word because it requires no
explanation, and many men and women have acquired a reputation for
intelligence who know only this word and have used it in place of
thought on every occasion."
-- Chuck Jones (Warner Bros. animation director.)
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| Tuesday, September 02 | | · | A Strong Desire.. Not To Make Anyone Feel…“Less Than” |
| Monday, September 01 | | · | Two Touching Adventures |
| Monday, March 05 | | · | THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COIN |
| Wednesday, August 23 | | · | Two Personal Things That Can Go Terribly Awry |
| Saturday, February 11 | | · | And The Class Laughed On... In Living Color |
| Tuesday, November 29 | | · | The Eggs and I |
| Monday, October 17 | | · | The Foolish Foxter and her Big Red Can |
| Thursday, August 25 | | · | Times Then…Times Now |
| Saturday, August 13 | | · | Look Before You Leap |
| Saturday, July 23 | | · | DARRELL MABRY....LITTLE DARLIN |
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