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David Patton Tales from Texas ·
Seventy-nine years ago on June 6, 1944 my dad was in California training to go to war. A month later he arrived in Normandy and immediately advanced to the front where he stayed until a mortar blew him out of foxhole...
David Patton Tales from Texas ·
Our home on the back highway in Pharr was furnished for a 10 year old to live in. I could sit on the couch with a baseball glove and ball, bounce a basketball on the living room floor or repeatedly toss a football...
David Patton Tales from Texas ·
In the half decade of 1958 to 1963 I lived in the small south Texas town of Pharr. It was a transportation hub where east-west artery Highway 83 intersected with north-south Highway 281 just 10 miles north of Mexico in...
David Patton Tales from Texas ·
My dad was born to a poor small North Texas farm family in 1906. While still a school boy he saw his toddler sister pull over a boiling vat of laundry water - she was scalded to death. When he was 11 his mother died of...
David Patton Tales from Texas ·
From high on the hill the Brazos River Valley spreads out in the distance below the back porch of the ranch house. A mile away the meandering path of the river is obvious from the tree line that splits lands on either...
David Patton Tales from Texas ·
This morning I am having breakfast at the Faded Men Cafe along with a room full of other men past their prime. Two decades ago these diners would have been at the office before sunrise or already on a red eye plane to...
