Category Archives: Anecdote

Tiny, one or two paragraph account of some memory of a scene, or experience that captures the spirit or feeling of that time.

Small Town Radio Station

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Old bush radio

It must be hard on your morale when you think your radio program is reaching thousands of listeners over a several hundred mile area, and then to only get the same caller for every contest.

Just as Austin claims to be the *Live* Music “Capital of the World”, Carthage prides itself on being the “Natural Gas Capital of the World”. Appropriately, their radio station’s letters were (and still are) KGAS.

KGAS has always been a great station that served the area well, but one day, back in 1963, they became so frustrated by a little boy … er, uh, that is, me, that they finally had to beg me to let someone else call in to win some contests for a change.
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This post was submitted by Mike Strong.

Same Blade, Different “Onion”

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By Mike Makuch

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In my youth (around 1970), I spent a lot of time on my Granddad’s farm near Pottsboro, Tx. One of my earliest memories of the farm was before the house had been built.  My Granddad, Uncle JW, and myself were sleeping under the stars that night. I was probably about 10 or 11.

For dinner this evening my Uncle JW had grilled up some hamburgers. We had all the fixins too, lettuce, tomatoes and onions etc., from the garden not a hundred feet from where we were eating and would sleep that night. Pretty tasty after a days work on the farm.

I remember Uncle JW using the pocket knife from his pocket to slice the tomato and onion. After slicing up the veggies he simply wiped the blade off on his pant leg, folded it and stuck it back in his pocket.

This post was submitted by Mike Makuch.

First Encounter of the Skunk Kind

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Skunk Tail

No question, about it.  Robin, having grown up on a farm, and learning all the skills that came with it, was nothing short of an expert marksman.  This wasn’t just with firearms.  Robin could hit a can off a fence from all the way across the field throwin’ a rock free handed.

Mike and Rob were off on one of their regular squirrel hunts, each with their safeties on, and their shotguns slanting to the ground as they’d been taught.  Normally, they’d head out the back pasture behind Robin’s farm.  Today, however, they chose to meander up the dirt road that ran in front of Rob’s house.

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This post was submitted by Mike Strong.