As the Thanksgiving weekend draws to a close, I am reflecting on the good things in my life. At the very top of the list is my husband, Fred.
Mostly excerpts of columnists published in The Madera Tribune.
In my reminiscing about the 1960s, I have dwelled and probably bored you by meanderings into the canyons of my mind back in those smoke-filled days.
I was going through my collection of hats the other day, and wondering whether it was time to go to the store and get a new one. If I do go shopping for a new hat, I think I might take a mirror with me.
There is little doubt about the historical veracity of one statement in the text of a recently vetoed California law that would have required at least some signatures for ballot initiatives to be gathered by
Judge Conley’s Madera County courtroom held a standing-room-only crowd on Nov. 18, 1914.
Americans gave thanks for all sorts of things yesterday. Yours truly simply gave thanks that I’m still pounding the keys under the watchful eye of my gal.
‘And Jesus took the loaves; and when He had given thanks, He distributed to the disciples.”
— John 6:20