Posts made in May, 2019

Humbled & Thankful

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Humbled & Thankful

Today is Wednesday, May 8th, 2019. Fifty-one years ago on Wednesday on May 8th, 1968 a young man and a young woman stood at the front of the church confessing their love for each other and exchanging their marriage vowels in front of their families, friends, and God. That day in Van Vleck, Texas at the Methodist Church  Nancy Blakley and Frank Henderson became Mr. & Mrs. Loren Frank Henderson, Jr. As you all know, I am in the process of writing a Memoir of Frank and my love story.  Two books have been published and are available as autographed books to purchase on this website. Today, on...

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Meme Bought Silly String

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Meme Bought Silly String

First of all, who is Meme?  The name Meme is what my first Grandson gave me when he was little.  When he would ask me for something, it would come out as “Me. Me.” Since I always answered that by giving him something, my name to him became Meme.  So from then on all of my Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren have called me, Meme, at least to my face.  Lord knows what else they might call me when I’m not around, but then the possibilities are far too many to imagine. My Youngest Great Grandson turned one on May 1, 2019, and a birthday party was held for him April 28, 2019....

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Maria, Heavenly Stove, & Red Stuff

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Maria, Heavenly Stove, & Red Stuff

Frank, Scotty, and I were enjoying being in La Pryor, Texas.  Finally, we had running water and had begun to settle into our new life. The farmers in La Pryor grew acres after acres of vegetables. Our home happened to be surrounded by onion fields. These fields had onions planted in them that were in all stages of growth so that that they would produce at different times. The Mexican border was only thirty miles from La Pryor, and the farmers would go there to pick up day workers from Mexico then bring them back to work the fields, and the ranchers did the same thing, only using them to do...

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