The Great Unanswered Question

I was once proud to say, “I am a Christian,” but I once had more answers than questions. Maybe I can't identify with those who have all answers and few questions. Maybe I will just do my best to understand and follow the teachings and examples of the Unanswered-Question-As-Person, Jesus, Yeshua, Christ, Emmanuel, and hope that someday, like the first-century disciples at Antioch, I will be recognized as a Follower and named accordingly.

Memories of a Place Called Wickett

At the end of the 1948-1949 school year, we moved to Wickett, Texas, where my cousins Sydney, Tommy Dan, and David Lynn lived. Wickett was made up mostly of Gulf Camp—thirty or forty neat white cottages for Gulf Oil employees in a fenced area with grass and trees. The other houses in town were far apart along a few dirt roads. We moved to a small unpainted house with a sad struggling tree in front and a yard full of scraggly yellow grass in back. I read Tom Sawyer sitting on a cellar door in that scraggly back yard. We never dared open that door. Billie Ann Bien, my first best friend ever besides my cousins, came to play, and we tagged each other around the malnourished tree.

When we lived on the farm at Prairie Valley, Texas, just a few miles from Nocona, Mama wore her red Nocona boots most of the time. This drawing in colored pencil on paper represents my memory of those boots. June 2021.

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