Going through more than 60 years of pictures taken at different times and locations produces quite a few memories of the life and times of this writer. One picture shows the bathroom or house at Redman Creek the last time the lake got high enough to go over the overflow and wash out Route T for the third time. With all the rains we have had this spring and summer, thoughts of the lake again getting that high come to mind. Back in the "Good "Ole Days" when I carried papers for the Daily American Republic, the Saturday edition went to press at noon and as soon as I could get the papers delivered and get home, the crew that

I just finished reading an article in the July issue of Coonhound Bloodlines by Sam Buff about competition coon hound hunts. The article was about some complaints about the annual wild coon hunt that raises funds for St. Jude Children's Hospital and was about correspondence from people who apparently knew nothing about wild coon hunting competitions. It made me wonder how many people who read this bit of Wisdom from the Woods might have the same feelings about the sport of UKC and other registration offices' hunts. These comments from people apparently feel that the dogs are turned loose on captive raccoons and the dogs are scored in some way as to how they fight and kill the raccoons. This

Which came first, the chicken or the egg? At my farm, chickens did.  Right before we moved to the farm, while still living in Poplar Bluff, we bought a chick at Orschelen for each of our kids.  Our enclosed back porch was a suitable place until they started trying to fly after a few weeks.  My husband promptly built a small chicken coop in the backyard and the ladies went outside.  We moved out of town when our pullets were about three months old or so.  In the country, the hens thrived.  Free ranging was our preferred method and the girls soon divested our farm of nearly all the bugs in our yard.  By the end of the summer, we had

Missouri native Ralph Wayne Freer is an artist whose art reflects his life’s journey. Art is a roadmap of his journey. Like the scenery on a great road trip, his art is always changing. His art has evolved reflecting the people, places, and things that touched his life. His art is featured at “The Flying F Gallery” located north of Poplar Bluff, Missouri. This building, formally the Collins General Store, built in 1894 was originally a farm house in which his mother, Letha Collins Freer, was born and later, circa 1930, converted into a store. When asked how he became an artist, Ralph was puzzled by the question. “I have just always loved art," he answered simply. Numerous relocations associated

Three Rivers College will hold five Fall registration events at locations across Southeast Missouri, July 27 through August 4.  Registration events will be held in Doniphan High School, 4-7 p.m. July 27; Three Rivers – Piedmont in Clearwater High School, 2-5 p.m. July 28; the Delta Center in Portageville, 10 a.m. – 2 p.m. July 29; the South Central Education Consortium in Willow Springs, 4-7 p.m. July 30; and at Three Rivers’ new Sikeston location, 4-7 p.m. August 4. The events provide another opportunity for enrolling for classes, in addition to the assistance offered weekdays from 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. at the main campus; 8 a.m. to 8:30 p.m. at full-service locations in Dexter, Malden, Kennett and Willow Springs;

It was the early years for country music videos when a soft-focus, handsome young man by the name of Keith Whitley sent hearts fluttering with his songs of love and loss. Keith Whitley may have left the world early on May 9, 1989, but that does by not mean the world, or his fans, have forgotten him. As a matter of fact, there is currently a growing movement to have Whitley inducted in the Country Music Hall of Fame. Among those involved in the movement is Margie Pate, who is working with many others to earn Whitley the recognition he deserves. “I started this when I found out that Keith wasn’t in the Hall of Fame during writing a song