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March 2023 – Phil Cline

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Farmersville Tales – Part Four

Farmersville Tales – Part Four

March 26, 2023 by philcline in / /

“Ain’t Talkin’ To No Law” The drunk was staggering around the parking lot of the old Frontier Club, yelling, cussing, waving a knife.  His outfit was dapper enough.  Saturday night “going to town” clothes.  Clean, almost new Levis, white shirt, open collar, clean shaven, hair pomaded and combed although right then it was sticking out on one side. […]

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Farmersville Tales-Part 2

Farmersville Tales-Part 2

March 12, 2023 by philcline in /

Old Men Walking Every morning there was a parade across town.  This parade had no floats, no marching bands, no banners, no cheerleaders, no clowns tossing candy from miniature cars.  The parade was of old men walking.   Sometimes the old men walked alone, other times they marched in twos and threes.  You could see them gesturing with […]

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Farmersville Tales

Farmersville Tales

March 6, 2023 by philcline in / /

Farmersville Tales Introduction I grew up in Farmersville.  This series of essays, largely memories and impressions of my youth, span, roughly, the years 1950 to 1965 a period during which I, and Farmersville (finally incorporated in 1960) came of age. These are my stories.  And the stories of a special people.  My people.  Many were migrants who moved west […]

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