Letters to My Granddaughter, No. 70

[May 5, 2024] Two loud, sharp toots from the locomotive followed by the railroad Conductor’s shouting ALL ABOARD.  This trip would be another exciting and fun time for the family.  Up to about the year 1970, the Missouri Pacific Railroad ran passenger trains.  The one we took was officially known as the Delta Eagle, “Eagle,” referring to their… Read More »

Letters to My Granddaughter, No. 66

By | April 18, 2024

[April 18, 2024]  His face was wrinkled and tanned; he was thin, of medium height, with blue eyes and thinning gray hair, and wearing thick glasses.  Douglas James Satterfield sat in his favorite chair overlooking the front of his farmhouse, smoking an unfiltered Camel cigarette.  His farm was located south of Pine Bluff, Arkansas, near the Arkansas River. … Read More »

Letters to My Granddaughter, No. 62

By | March 26, 2024

[March 26, 2024]  It was Sunday and Father’s Day.  We were hurrying to get to the beach on Padre Island to have fun on such a glorious day.  I want to express my gratitude to my father and grandfathers, who helped raise us kids and ensure we grew into responsible teenagers, rational thinkers, hard-working, God-fearing, and upstanding community… Read More »