Kay B. pours tea from the silver set her parents gave her when she got married. “This is not a fancy one,” she says. “It’s just what people used. Whitewright had a lot of teas when I moved here in 1947. In those days, people dressed up on a daily basis. So, of course, we were always dressed up for teas.”
On a winter day, when the wind whips across the open fields on Schneider Road near Howe, Terry Irvin runs across the back yard to her greenhouse and checks on the hundreds of tiny herbal seedlings that bask under grow lights. She waters them and adjusts the lights, and when it is really cold, she creates a small plastic tent to keep them warmer.
I am continually amazed at how distorted and misunderstood the gospel of Jesus Christ has become in our community. Professing Christians and non-Christians alike can give you bits of information about Christ’s life. They can tell about the God of the Bible, but they do not know the God of the Bible. They can tell you about Christ, but they do not really know Christ.
Collectors consider 1954 to 1965 to be the “Golden Age” of transistor radio design. A revolution in small circuitry emerged from the invention of the transistor and built Texas Instruments into a behemoth in consumer and military electronics.
Wolfman Jack was the star attraction on XERF. The “howlin’, prowlin’” Wolfman was as mysterious as he was raucous. He played “race” records—hard core r&b, blues and the breed of rock ‘n’ roll you wouldn’t hear on the Top 40 stations. Wolfman was best listened to in bed under the covers, after your parents had gone to sleep.
I cannot possibly be the only person who didn’t know “brazier” wasn’t the name of a Dairy Queen franchisee, but a style of grilling. For as long as I can remember, I thought the “Brazier family” owned most of the DQ’s in Texas.
Thank you for including me in your list of 10 Artists. Writer Joe Munoz did a great job on my story.
Texoma Living! has made this little North Texas community just one step above the rest!
I love your publication. You are how I keep up with my hometown of Sherman.
Allison Gillies paints large, so large that the usual run of canvases don’t provide enough space for her expansive ideas of color, shape and texture. She tried making her own canvases out of fabric from Wal-Mart, but that didn’t work either. An old tarp in her father’s garage reminded her of a sail, and her quest for something big enough to hold her ideas was over.