My father was a bit of a storyteller and his favorite story to tell was of the time he saw Elvis Presley. Not the second time, on January 18, 1956, at Austin Coliseum, when the King was part of the Hank Snow tour. And not the third time, on April 13, 1956, at Municipal […]
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“Looky here Little Caney, honey don’t you cry You know we’re all going to die someday And the hand of another you’ll be holding tight When you walk out to the site where I lay” On February 2, my father passed away at the age of 80. A simple cold turned into bronchitis, which […]
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