Emmett’s obituary, 114 years ago tomorrow. The haste in which the obituary was set during paste-up is obvious — Emmett died shortly after midnight as the paper was put to be; the front page had to be reset in a matter of minutes — because there are errors in the […]
May 3, 2022Chevy Chase, Maryland Between January 7 and 11, 1912, Emmett said he was unsure about throwing his hat into the contest for U.S. Congressman from the third district; at least, that was the official story he told reporters for the Pensacola Evening News in the January 11, 1912 […]
October 2, 2015Marianna, Florida After touring St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, Sue and I continue to walk around downtown Marianna; she points out several buildings that are still standing from Emmett and Cephas’ time — The Acme Restaurant, Dr. Wilson’s office (no relation to Emmett, Cephas or Frank Wilson of Chipley), […]
…but someone did. Interesting.
Here’s an interesting thought: You wake up, and it’s 1918. What are you qualified to do? My automatic response is, I’d be a teacher, but maybe not, because in many jurisdictions, once a woman married, she was expected to retire. And I’d most likely not be teaching in higher […]
Originally posted on Bert Fulks:
Are you exhausted from worrying about someone? Weighed down from constantly carrying them in your heart? Okay, friends. Huddle up. One of my favorite football plays is the ol’ Hook-and-Ladder. To pull it off requires some impeccable timing, skill, and trust … but this one…
Poor Emmett’s blog has become a dried husk because I’ve been away for two weeks attending to a family emergency. I will return in a day or so with an update, and hopefully, be back on schedule.
“Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. “Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. Today, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, […]
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