By Ed Rogers
[Originally published on September 17, 2013]
It seems so long ago now, that a little dog came all the way from France to Aberdeen, Mississippi and touched so many lives. It all started in a place called Chateauroux, France, in 1963.
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Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Tuesday Voice: Little Bit
By Ed Rogers
[Originally published on September 17, 2013]
It seems so long ago now, that a little dog came all the way from France to Aberdeen, Mississippi and touched so many lives. It all started in a place called Chateauroux, France, in 1963.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Tuesday Voice: The Byron Wilson I knew
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By Ed Rogers
My Uncle Byron had been sick for as long as I could remember. I say, “Uncle Byron,” but for some reason I can’t remember ever calling him anything but “Byron.”
My Uncle had Parkinson’s disease. His hands would shake so bad he couldn’t feed himself.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Tuesday Voice: Little Bit
By Ed Rogers
It seems so long ago now, that a little dog came all the way from France to Aberdeen, Mississippi and touched so many lives. It all started in a place called Chateauroux, France, in 1963.
I was over there with my mother, sister, stepfather, and stepbrother and stepsister. My stepfather was stationed at Chateauroux Air Force Base, and I had a job working with Special Services, taking care of the ball fields and other sporting venues. The pay was not great, but the people I worked for made up for that shortcoming. There were not many jobs for Americans in France.
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