Category Archives: Roy Dunn
A lot of people in this part of Texas have a George Jones story; my story goes back to the early 1950’s when we were barely adults. George was a few years older and was playing his music at any
~Growing up in a broken home, raised by my mother, I looked forward to the years ahead that I would spend learning from and about my dad It was about three hours before daylight on Feb. 19, 1959, when I
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
For nearly 60 years now I’ve known every county commissioner and judge. Some more personally than others. I recall the days of long meetings and constant squabbling; usually it was a divided court. Not Republican and Democrats but rather the
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
Raised like John Boy and the Walton’s, Harry shared their core values.
I learned of Harry Waddell’s death about the time his graveside service was taking place Sunday. Harry died April 13. His health had been deteriorating for sometime. He had
My youth is part of who I am; I can’t separate from it.
More than at any other time, when the holiday season rolls around, my thoughts drift back to the days of my youth. My thoughts of Christmas
It’s come on the 70th anniversary of Pearl Harbor. Prior to the attack, life in the little Cajun community of Abbeville was slower and more country than any Norman Rockwell painting. Our home was a one-room grain storage shed that
From my viewpoint
In January of 1963, John Connally became governor of Texas. Orange County lawyer Gene Hoyt served as his county campaign chairman. Although other volunteers did more to promote Connally for governor in Orange County, Hoyt, who
Ten years ago, Oct. 24, 2001, was an eventful day at the Orange County
Court House. That’s the day my late friend, constable Parker “P.T.”
Thompson, who passed away Sept. 2, 2007, averted a potential court house
An early life in the hot days of August on bad cotton land has kept me humble and my feet firmly planted.
The roots of my raising are never too far away. The hot summers of long ago
I came from a proud Irish family culture. Like the white boy raised by an Indian tribe, I was raised a Cajun boy and couldn’t speak English prior to attending school. The loving people who raised me spoke only French. I had an
There were no big balls in Abbeville, no gown clad women or tuxedo wearing men, no kings, no queens.
Celebrating Mardi Gras has changed a lot since I was a boy living on the outskirts of Abbeville, a small Cajun