Mom’s dad had a whole passle of aunts, uncles, and cousins from up around Searcy Arkansas that would come down every year to pick cotton in central Texas. I took momma and her two sisters up to Searcy for a family reunion back in like 2004. Met a cousin that just happened to be born down here during one of those picking seasons.
Founder
Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."
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