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JFK and Me (or My Jackie Problem)
No, I didn’t know President John F. Kennedy, but I would have liked to. Unfortunately, I was only four years old when he was assassinated in Dallas in 1963. I do remember going to the memorial service held at Van High School auditorium just afterwards. When I developed a keen interest in President Kennedy,…
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Little House by the Football Stadium
When I was about four we moved into town, which was the tiny city of Van about five miles away from where we had been out in the country. The little old house my parents rented sat on a corner across from the local high school football stadium. Across the street lived the Perrys and…
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The Little White House on Willow Branch Road
My parents traded houses with my grandparents on my daddy’s side when I was four, which would be in 1963, so we moved from the big house to the little white house. They decided to trade houses because the big house had more room, and then my two aunts and an uncle were still living…
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The Junk Gypsies and Me
A little over a month ago I told you that I had been selected to be on the Junk Gypsy Book Launch Team. I received a digital watermarked copy of their new book, Junk Gypsy: Designing a Life at the Crossroads of Wonder & Wander by Amie and Jolie Sikes, published by Touchstone Books…
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Still More from the Big House on Willow Branch Road
The old Calhoun farmhouse, named I suppose for the owner and landlord Mr. Calhoun, had a long driveway maybe a quarter mile long, or so it seems. Actually, it was only about 100 yards. My brother Allen and I would walk to the mailbox with Mama, and sometimes we walked down the road to visit…
April Coker, Author 