JWsPOV

How many times do we see a post on line, or hear someone speak and just wonder, how in the world does that person dress themselves in the mornings?   Plenty of times in our world we see, hear and even “repost” disrespectful thoughts, ideas or sayings. Every person is entitled to their point of view and opinions. Our voices should be heard with our opinions, ideas and thoughts so that people know where we stand and more importantly, what we stand for in this world. The technological age we live in allow us to share these any time we see fit.  It still amazes me what people will post on social media. It takes guts to put out there some of the information that people share. In the same thought, it also takes guts to hide, block, or report people for sharing their thoughts, ideas, words or even feelings. I recently attending our local school board meeting to hear about a new proposal on a school bond. Our town has grown and will continue to grow in the future. As a community ...

                Many of us are fortunate enough to grow up in a rural are of this great country. We know what fresh cut hay smells like, how dirt roads feel and the pleasure of raising livestock. Some of us have the great pleasure of knowing our family history. I want to share a story about my family. This is great look back at not only my family’s history, but the history of Texas and the South. This is a story from my mother’s side of the family. The names in the story will not mean much to most people. The story itself should be a look into the past about life and what it was like back in the late 1920’s.  Please note this story: "For private publishing only" – I have corrected certain spelling & grammatical errors.  The wording itself has not been changed and remains as originally written. From the Cotton Patch to the Oil Patch *Written by Wayne Ballew for his daughter, Mary Ballew...

Recently dad and I were able to attend the Fort Worth Stock Show and spend the day with some outstanding Hereford Breeders from all over the country. We ended the great day be eating at one of our favorite restaurants. While heading home dad and I were detoured off the highway to get around an accident that was blocking all lanes of the exit.  I looped around a side street to get back on the way north home. While taking this side street Dad noticed the homeless people sleeping on the sidewalks. There were 25 or more on his side of the truck, just across the street there were about the same amount.  This was all in a one block area of Ft Worth. The walk to the downtown area was less than 10 minutes.                                   I remember when I first visited Washington D.C. when I was in high school. The amount of homeless shocked me then and still does to this day when I see it...