Opinion

Cooking with Mumzy Hello friends and readers of the Mountaineer Echo. I hope this week finds everyone in happy spirits and good health. I know you have noticed our paper has been cut down to twelve pages. I just want all of you to know this was not Robert nor my idea, but it came from upper management.

When I first started thinking about writing a column about memories of my childhood in Flippin in the 1960’s, I had one particular memory in mind that I wanted to share. I’d thought about it for a couple of years. Here it is almost five months and some 20+ columns since I began Growing Up Flippin and that story remains untold because I kept hoping to find some photos, to no avail. It will wait no longer.

A great deal of activity has been going on at Have-A-Heart Pet Shelter and there is much more on the horizon. The third (and final for 2022) Volunteer Low Cost Spay and Neuter Clinic was held last week, during which 63 cats and 52-dogs were sterilized.

In Dad and Grandpa McNew’s country pool hall, the old timer’s they called the front bench regulars were the same age then that I am now. I recognize the similarities in them that I now figure is normal for me and others in their seventies.

Hello, all, I hope everyone is doing well and in happy spirits. We are doing well here. We have big changes going on and I am sure everyone will notice them. I don’t like changes, but I am going to try my hardest to make the best out of this situation.

Decades are like snowflakes. They’re white and pointy, and all a little different. Sometimes I think about the 20th century and the decades therein. Nobody knows exactly how many decades were in that century but it almost seems like there’s one every ten years or so. I certainly have my favorites. I miss the Jazz Age because the 20’s were so Roaring. The 30’s were kind of depressing. The 40’s thought war was the answer, which, according to a lot of t-shirts, is not. The 50’s gave us the booming business of babies. The Swinging 60’s was civil rights and counterculture.