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Jack's Mid Missouri Memories: The High Chair

Jack Miller — Mon, 20 May 2013 13:45:20 +0000

The High Chair
On cold winter mornings I sometimes think back to when I was a small child sitting in front of an old wood cook stove. In that memory, I am sitting in the handmade wooden high chair my grandfather Wickliffe built just for me. Mom always pulled it up close to the stove where I would be warm, and she could give me some attention between stirring the gravy and flipping the eggs.

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Jack's Mid-Missouri Memories: Mom's Driving Lesson

Jack Miller — Fri, 10 May 2013 17:34:59 +0000

Mom’s Driving Lesson
Learning to drive the smooth-operating cars of today, with their automatic transmissions and hydraulic brakes, is a snap compared to the rough-handling ones of the days of our mothers and fathers.

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Jack's Mid Missouri Memories: The Old Wolf Hunter Of Sedalia

Jack Miller — Fri, 03 May 2013 19:48:24 +0000

Let’s face it, the majority of people we meet as kids do not stick in our minds that well. If they aren’t family, there has to be something unique about them to make them memorable. One of the really unique people I can still remember from my childhood was an old wolf hunter, and unique isn’t a strong enough word to describe him.

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Jack's Mid-Missouri Memories: Old Cooks And Pie Safes

Jack Miller — Fri, 26 Apr 2013 18:46:12 +0000

I owe my overweight status to the fact that I had a mother and grandmother while I was growing up who had few peers when it came to cooking, and oh how I enjoyed getting this way. This Mid-Missouri Memory always makes my mouth water.

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Jack's Mid-Missouri Memories: When Fixing Flat Tires Was a Way of Life

Jack Miller — Mon, 22 Apr 2013 13:24:24 +0000

One of the things most of us do not miss about the days before the synthetic breed of tires came along is fixing flats. In those days of less durable tires, the rite of passage from passenger to driver included the ability to not only change a tire, but also to fix a flat. The following Mid-Missouri Memory probably won't mean much to younger drivers, but to those of us with a little grey in our hair, it will.

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Jack's Mid-Missouri Memories: Barefoot Days

Jack Miller — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 14:33:57 +0000

Summer days are not far away, and if you are like me, they will bring you some memories of when you were young and carefree. No memory I have says that better than when I think about shedding my shoes as a boy for summer vacation. I hope this memory will help you revive those memories of your own barefoot days.

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Jack's Mid Missouri Memories: Triggering a Memory

Jack Miller — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 20:34:32 +0000

As I have written before, there are certain things that can trigger memories. One of those things for me is driving through the old neighborhood I grew up in. I did that a few days ago, and it brought forth a lot of memories. This time the memories came from an old brick house that stood on the corner of 5th and New York. I say stood, because it has been demolished and was just a pile of bricks with its broken roof resting precariously on top of them.

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Jack's Mid-Missouri Memories: "Walking Ohio"

Jack Miller — Mon, 01 Apr 2013 13:23:03 +0000

Sedalia seemed huge before everyone owned a car or had access to one. Most people took a bus or walked to town in the '40s and '50s. There were cars then too, of course, but not enough to cause traffic jams in Sedalia. There was not much need for personal transportation, when a bus ride was a nickel and a transfer would let you ride all over Sedalia for that one fare. My uncle Bill Wickliffe drove a bus in those days, and I liked sitting right behind him so I could watch him maneuver that big machine around tight corners without running over everything. Riding the bus was almost a social activity in those days, and a lot of gossip was shared on those slow rides to downtown Sedalia.

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Jack's Mid-Missouri Memories: The Roundhouse

Jack Miller — Fri, 22 Mar 2013 17:03:42 +0000

The Roundhouse
A lot of people think a railroad is just trains, depots and tracks, but the truth is they consist of many parts, and Sedalia had them all at one time. Some of those parts, unlike the depots and trains, have disappeared completely, and it made me wonder how many people remember those that are no longer here.

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Jack's Mid-Missouri Memories: Tin Cans and the War Effort

Jack Miller — Mon, 18 Mar 2013 14:27:14 +0000

Tin Cans and the War Effort
In 1944, I attended the first grade at Washington School in Sedalia, Mo. World War II was in full swing. Everywhere you looked there were signs exhorting all Americans to do their part to win the war. The signs warned us to not give away secrets, because "loose lips sink ships," and although I had no idea what secret I might have that would do that much harm, I vowed to keep it to myself anyway.

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