Columnist John Moore learned to ride a bicycle from his dad. The two are pictured here in a photo from 1968. Courtesy Sarah Ward Bell-bottom jeans and bicycle chains are not friends. I share this bit of 1960s essential information for those who are participating in...
Columnist John Moore’s sister took first place at the county fair with a photo she snapped on a Colorado train trip. Photo courtesy John Moore The photo was taken quickly with little thought of its future impact. It was just one on the 36-count roll of Kodak color...
Lying on the deck behind the backseat and staring upward through the rear glass of a Buick gave a kid the perfect view of the sky and clouds. A cloud could look like a bear one moment, and a crocodile the next. Family road trips of the 1960s and 70s obviously did not...
Columnist John Moore takes sopping seriously. Courtesy John Moore Southerner’s are big on sopping. We like to sop our biscuits in lots of things. There isn’t much that’s better than sopping a cathead biscuit in gravy. Especially if your mom made both. My mother worked...
About 40 years ago, my dad gave me a radio. Not just any radio. It is what’s called a farm radio. According to Texas Co-op Power Magazine, in 1936 just three out of 100 farms had electricity. By the mid-1940’s it was three out of 10. That still left most farm...
The great thing about growing a lot of your own food is the ability to walk out the back door and pick it. It doesn’t get much fresher than that. If there’s a downside to growing a garden (we had seven garden areas this year), it’s that it seems that most of the...
If you’re a Baptist from the South, you’re hoping that if there’s a Pearly Gates pop quiz, the question isn’t, “What’s the third verse to any song in the hymnal?” You won’t know the answer. If you’re laughing right now, you know exactly what I’m talking about. In...
Barbecue may not be the road to world peace, but it’s a start.” – Anthony Bourdain Barbecue is a versatile word. It can refer to an outdoor place to cook meat; to cooking meat; and can also reference a gathering of people for the purpose of serving meat cooked...
My grandfather called it a “Po Boy Lunch.” That meant we were having leftovers in whatever creative way my grandmother came up with. Recently, I took two biscuits from breakfast and loaded them with smoked brisket, and from the garden, purple onions and jalapeños. A...
