Columns & Editorials
Yes, It’s Sunday, and the “FUNNIES” are in COLOR!
And, There are a whole bunch more of them!
Letter to the EDITOR
Dear Forney Messenger, I am writing to thank Forney-area residents for sharing the true meaning of Christmas with children in need this past holiday season.
Ask Aunt
B Dear Aunt B, Ok, I know you said not to worry that the first of the year is past and I haven’t started on my stuff yet, but how do I figure out what to start on first and where to begin? I’m sure you are tired of talking about the new year, but I need some assistance. I don’t want December 31st to come again and to feel the same way I do every year.
Are wild hogs good eating? They can be! Read Luke’s column this week for the straight scoop.
OUTDOORS
IS WILD PORK GOOD EATING?
Ask Aunt
B Dear Aunt B, Is it weird that music can completely change my mood? I mean, it’s nice when it helps me to be motivated, but when I hear that one song (you know the one) that takes me back to the heartbreak of my life… dang. I want the good and not the bad.
God Bless Mae
I have a story for you today. Welcome to the Christmas column, Dina style. It’s a memoir, of sorts, though not a Gloria Vanderbilt type of memoir. It is more like a Dolly Parton sort of memoir, minus all the kids. Most times, when I write to you, I sort of know a basic outline. I’ll start out with one thing, throw you a contemplative curve ball, then finish with a tale for the ages. That’s not the case today. I’m not sure where to start. I have no idea where we’ll end. I’m not even sure what the point will be. Let’s talk about Christmas when the years are lean. You’re getting sleepy, very sleepy. Put on your stocking cap and recline in your Victorian tester bed, Ebeneezer. Do you hear my chains? I’m the ghost of Christmas past.