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James R. Stout

Blog posts August 2020

Take A Sad Song

            7th grade began for me on September 3, 1968. I turned 13-years-old six days later. I was initially excited about the new school year because I would no longer be in the lowest class in junior high. However, the year turned bad quickly and it was a year that I prefer not to think about. B…

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It's Never Too Late To Dream

             My grandmother used to tell us about her walking to the one-room schoolhouse in the rural community where she grew up. The same area where I have lived for the past 11 years and have been coming to since I was two months old. The name of the community was known as Prairie Point and the …

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It's Never Too Late To Dream

             My grandmother used to tell us about her walking to the one-room schoolhouse in the rural community where she grew up. The same area where I have lived for the past 11 years and have been coming to since I was two months old. The name of the community was known as Prairie Point and the …

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Changes - Part 4 . . .

            It was August of 1967 and things had recently changed a great deal in our family. My grandfather had died suddenly from a heart attack on April 22. It’s amazing how the loss of one person can change the lives of so many. The first realization after the funeral was that there was just no …

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Changes - Part 3

            This getting ready to move is like Eddie Haskell giving me the biz. I have lived here for a little over 11 years and it’s amazing the stuff that you can accumulate. I got the spare bedroom packed and ready to go. It took me a week and a half to do that one room. After packing several box…

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By the sweat of your brow . . .

            My grandparents were married in July of 1921. My great-grandparents owned about 300 acres of land that they farmed with the aid of their son, my grandfather. As a wedding gift, they gave my grandparents 100 acres of their farm. My mother always said it was my great-grandmother’s way of k…

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A Piece of Heaven

            I’ve been reflecting on the years that I have lived in the country. It was always a dream of mine to one day live on my grandparent’s farm. However, it didn’t seem like it was ever going to be possible. In 2007 my mother and her siblings finally divided the 360 acres that had been inheri…

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The Treasure Chest

            It was early September of 1963. I had just turned 8 years old and my older sister promised me something special for my birthday. Our family was living in an old wood frame house in Bryan, Texas awaiting my parents to find a permanent home after moving to Bryan in May of that year. The ho…

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Barbara, Dr. Jekyll, and Mr. Hyde

            Barbara, my oldest sister, was born on December 8, 1949. She was not only my parent’s first child; she was my grandparent’s first grandchild. So, she got quite a bit of attention in her first couple of years. Then starting in 1952, my parent’s and my aunt and uncle got busy giving my gra…

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The Best and Worst of Times

            The following is a quote from the beginning of the classic novel, “A Tale of Two Cities”.

            It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoc…

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