Category Archives: Roy Dunn
From Possum Trot, Ga. to the Grand Ole Opry and beyond, Wally Fowler blazed musical trails. I’m proud to record those times in the pages of history. The year was 1948, Dudley J. leBlanc, the inventor of Hadacol, had come
A personal hero that left his mark on a little boy, that followed him to old age. Back in the 1930’s times were hard around the country but in the Cajun parishes of Louisiana they were really bad. My grandfather
Usually this time of year I would write a St. Patrick’s Day column. March 17th has always been a special day to me, a half-breed. My mother was a Cajun mix, even though her background was mostly French, her father,
He was proud of being country, respected by common folks and presidents. O.A. “Bum” Phillips, Orange County’s most famous native born Sept. 29, 1923, at home on John Street. Whenever asked, he said he was from Orange, Texas. As far
The knowledge of mankind has fast-forwarded to unbelievable heights in the span of one lifetime but morals and life styles have dipped to unbelievable lows once unheard of. When I was a lad in the Cajun country in the late
This week the last of our grandchildren, the caboose, Collin Slade Gros, graduates from high school in Bridge City. There was always something a little sad to me as each of our previous four grandchildren completed high school. I’m sure
Often I’ve written about the Cajun side of me, but I never have said much about the fighting side of me. That’s my Irish side. While a kid in Abbeville, I was a strange youngster, the only person in the
20 Years of Interacting in Fellowship The Wednesday Lunch Bunch was started 20 years ago, in 1992, quite by accident. The group that gathers weekly has no specific reason, no committees, no speeches, no dues, just fellowship, exchange of ideas
I’m putting the cart ahead of the horse by writing about dad’s death when I have so many stories to tell about his life that I plan to publish, when and if I get to them. He had deserted mom
Clay Dunn flirted with the odds, walked on the edge on a quick rise to the top. By the time he was 27 he had been to hell and back. Lady luck rode with him.
Clay Jackson Dunn was the product
A Cajun boy’s Irish roots. My family helped settle the state. They left their mark on Texas and me.
My great-grandfather, Stephen James Dunn, was killed during a battle with the Union troops in South Texas. He left behind a young