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A large clear creek ran through the back edge of the Park,
In Sulphur Springs, Arkansas, that was close to my heart.
In the summers of my youth, from ages five to sixteen,
Butler Creek helped educate this fine youth and teen. Continue reading
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As a young boy, we always vacationed in Sulphur Springs,
Having the time of our lives on our special summer flings.
Most of the things we did there seemed so special to me,
That they burned very deep into my young boy memories. Continue reading
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My Dad had a brother when he was young that was named Dean.
This poems passes on the only memories of Dean that I have seen.
I have Dean’s Purple Heart received by his mother after his death,
Passed on to me by my Dad to preserve a memory not wealth. Continue reading
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My Grandfather Frank and Grandmother Lucy first moved back to Sulphur Springs, Arkansas, from Onalaska, Texas, in 1947 when I was four years old. Here’s what I remember of our first trip to see them that summer. Continue reading
Arkansas Summers
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When we went to Sulphur Springs in the Summers, we spent a lot of time hanging around the town with our friends there. We explored everything in the area. Here’s what I recall. Continue reading
Sulphur Springs Shorts
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Just a few shorts from my Sulphur Springs, Arkansas Memories Continue reading
The Coon Hunt
Coon hunting sounds like something that would be fun,
But I found that when you go you are always on the run,
This short poem describes my adventure with the coonhounds,
And the misery I found with those hounds on the ground. Continue reading
Fishing Stories
When I was very young, my Granddad, taught me some fishing methods that I have been passing on to my Grandchildren. I hope my family continues this practice in the future. All my Grandchildren love to go fishing. Here’s a few fishing stories. Continue reading
Pan Fish
I think that memories that stick with us all our lives are those experiences we had when we were young that we enjoyed doing the most. Here is another one of those fun times that stuck with me. Continue reading
Sulphur Springs
When I used to watch the Walton’s on TV, it reminded me of the summers we spent visiting my grandparents house in Sulphur Springs, Arkansas. I could never tell the whole story, but here is just a little of the story. Continue reading