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SCHOOL DAY MEMORIES BY: RHODER SMITH Date, Unknown (*ABT. 1920) At the old Barclay School, where we learn the golden rule We learn to read and how to write, how to wrestle and to fight. We learn to cipher and to spell, and a lot of things I would not tell. The Jennings boys so timid and so sly, Everett and Enoch both good fellows too. They always done unto others, as you have them do unto you. Rhoder and Vernie Smith: there wasn't anything they wouldn't do, They would even smoke and chew. There's Leo and Arthur, both were Paynes indeed, When it came to fighting, Arthur took the lead. There was Omer Hicks, as swift as any steed; He's now a minister of the gospel and sower of the seed. There was Bert and Delmar, Bill and Oree (?), All were Bishops full of vim, sons of Alley and of Jim. Homer Davison, a happy go lucky lad, Lived near Corkery but later moved to Plad. There was Roy and Troy Jennings, who lived down the hill, They crossed the creek were

AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN THE MAKING   MISSOURI Document 139: "Delegates to the National Women's Conference" (Houston: National Women's Conference, 1977). 15 pp. DELEGATES TO THE NATIONAL WOMEN'S CONFERENCE The voices and faces of American women delegates to the National Women's Conference reflect the diversity of this country's female population. Self-descriptions of the delegates, ages 16 to 80, indicate a myriad of women's roles and occupations, There ane single and married women, mothers, daughters, and grandmothers. There are homemakers, working women, students and retired women. Delegations include a number of nuns, secretaries, teachers, nurses, lawyers, ministers, fadory workers, handicapped women, technicians, and women from urban, rural, farm and ranch areas of this country. DELEGATES Angie Bennett, Springfield Joan Brier, Columbia Shirley Clough, Glendale Mary Gale Doyle, St. Louis Mae Duggan, St. Louis Karen Dukewits, Indepe

What's your favorite comfort food?  I can think about macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, biscuits and gravy.....but my alltime favorite has to be homemade dressing served with either turkey or chicken. That's what we had tonight, and I was ready for comfort food, for sure. Milan had purchased a whole chicken at the grocery store because it was on sale.....a lot of meat for a small amount of money.....smart purchase in these days of high grocery prices everywhere. I cooked it in the crockpot all day, so had lots of rich chicken broth to make dressing with, as well as the leftover cornbread from last night.  Fresh cornbread just won't work in dressing, gotta be leftover for sure. I still use Grandma Dame's recipe, simply the best ever. You take 2 or 3 eggs and whip them up with a fork in a big bowl.  (It's impossible to make just a little bit of dressing.) Then you break up the cornbread into small pieces and you really need a little bit of some coarse br

What a day!  So many catastrophes, all having to do with keys.  How weird is that? Got ready to go to work, running late as usual, and noticed at last minute I didn't have my car/house/shop keys.  Last time I saw them was when we opened up the shop on Sunday afternoon to let MJ and my granddaughters pick out some beauty, bath and body items. Fortunately I keep an extra car key and house key in my wallet.  Found the car key and drove to the store, but then realized I didn't have an extra key for the store.  Called Milan from my cell phone and he opened the door from the inside and gave me an extra key he had. Middle of afternoon, I needed to go to the bank.  Found my little car key in my purse, grabbed it and the small ring of Milan's keys so I could get back into the shop, walked about 2 steps to my car, unlocked the door, threw my purse in, got in and realized I had somehow lost the car key. Called Milan again from my cell phone hoping he had an extra car key.  He

An Essex native, currently residing in Poplar Bluff, recently learned all about angels on earth. Elizabeth Sagharichi, formerly Elizabeth Black, has an angel of her own named Roya. Roya was stillborn six years ago. In a family of four boys, Roya would have been the only sister of the group. The loss of their daughter at 20 weeks cessation came as a devastating blow to Elizabeth and her husband, Mahmoud, one for which Elizabeth says there seemed to be no closure. "At 20 weeks, the baby was not saved to have a burial. We never got to hold her. I felt that a part of me died with her and it was very difficult to grasp when we had nothing tangible to hold on to." An autopsy was performed on the baby, and a letter containing its findings was mailed to the Sagharichis some time following their loss. So devastated were they that they left the envelope sealed until after the birth of their next son two years later. "That's when we realized we had a daughter," El