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Christmas from CRESCENT CITY by Jack Caldwell — 11 Comments

  1. Hello and Merry Christmas, Happy New Year to you, Jack. Covington is my mother’s maiden name and they go way back in this history of the deep south. There are towns and counties named for her various ancestors. I notice the name in the above story.

    I do have all three of your books but have only read excerpts as you have posted them. I will get to them sooner or later. Hope all is well with you and yours. We have had snow, sleet and freezing rain already here in Pennsylvania.

      • Jack, when my husband was stationed at Fort Hood, TX from August of 1969 to July of 1971 and we had roses outside our door on Christmas day and it was just not “Christmas”. I enjoyed the fields of Bluebonnets in Texas but I do like the change of seasons here: the changing of colors on the trees in fall, the spring blossoms (dogwoods, daffodils, tulips, snow blossoms, etc.), the summer greens and even the snow of winter. I am not jealous. I do so enjoy the differences everywhere and with everyone. Vive la difference!

  2. Thank you, Jack, for this fun excerpt…the same conversation, different family gatherings.

    Here in the Southern California mountains, 45 miles east of San Diego, we received several inches of snow last New Year’s Eve . . . and half of San Diego invaded the small mountain communities on New Year’s Day. Our town gas station ran out of gas, so some people were left stranded up here, the restaurants ran out of food, and the traffic on the interstate was backed up for twenty miles. Flatlanders (as we call the city folk “down the hill”) parked along our small town streets and lifted their kids over fences to play in the snow of our neighbors’ front yards . . . such a nervy thing to do! Plus, our “guests” left so much trash behind them!! Ugh!! The snow itself was lovely, but the invasion by the flatlanders was not a good way to start 2016. (Okay, it was rather amusing to watch them trying to have snowball fights on icy roads and in ankle-deep snow while wearing flip flops, shorts, and t-shirts!)

    A joyous Christmas to you and yours, Jack!!
    Susanne 🙂

    • Flatlanders, huh? When we lived in Wisconsin, that’s what the Cheeseheads called the folks from Illinois (The polite name, that is!).

      As for Flatlanders — chere, where I came from the land is so flat it’s underwater!

      Happy New Year!

  3. What a wonderful excerpt. Yes, snow in The South definitely means stay home. We had been in Florida for our honeymoon and started driving home when the January 1987 snow/ice storm hit. I-95 in Georgia and South Carolina was an ice rink. I would never attempt that drive in those conditions ever again.

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