Thomas, Th.D. Clinton S.

Thomas, Th.D. Clinton S.

A published writer of  poetry, fiction and non-fiction in both the digital age and the pre-digital age of publishing.  Currently serving as editor and writer for the Four States News all while living life across the four states region from Texarkana, USA.

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Confederate History, Heritage and Jefferson, Texas

The history of the Confederate States of America is augmentabley
 one of the most complicated histories of
a nation in the world.  The nation sprung
up on the basis of a rebellion, lived through an entire lifespan of war, and
died at the end of the war.  The story is
as old as the ages.  A group of people
become disillusioned with taxes or overreach of the government.  That group of people decide it’s time to
stand up to the leaders because they do not feel their voices are being heard,
and that stand takes the form of armed rebellion.  The Jewish nation did it against Rome,
African nations did it against England, the Americans did it against England
and more recently Texas for example did it against Mexico.  When the rebellion is successful, the leaders
become heroes and the stories spread of the great victory.  You hear names like Washington, Franklin,
Jefferson, and Travis, Bowie and Crockett once a rebellion has been
successful.  But what happens when a
rebellion fails?  Who for example remembers
the names of those who rebelled against Rome in Israel?  For the most part the winners write the
history and the rebellion is soon regulated to a few pages of history and only
by luck does a few of the rebellion’s leaders get mentioned. 

In truth, the Confederate States of America should have
suffered the same outcome as almost all other rebellions.  They should have gone down as a footnote in
American history with a few references to the battles, the problems, and the
outcome.  Regardless of all the politics
that surround the Civil War, those on the losing side knew that history would
not likely be kind to them.  They knew that
there was a very good chance that their deeds, their battles, and the fact that
most of them fought only to defend their homes would be lost as the United
States wrote the history.  The fact is,
forgotten may well have happened to the Confederate soldiers if it was not for
their decedents.  In the late 1800’s sons
and daughters of those who fought for the south worked diligently to ensure the
names, history, and battles of the Civil War did not become a one-sided footnote
in American history.  They wrote books,
presented information to classes, toured battlefields, raised money for monuments
and had celebrations of the Confederate States of America.  Despite current critics, there is little to
no proof or evidence that any of these acts were done to put down people or elevate
white supremacy.   Some myths that are
going around today seem to be more glorified by the media than anything the
sons or daughters could have ever done in the late 1800’s and early 1900s.  In fact, many of the myths simply do not hold
up to history.   We will look clearly and
directly at some of these myths:

Myth – The Confederate States of America and everyone
associated with it was all traitors to the government. 

Truth – in the mid-1800s we were still very close to the
time of Washington, Jefferson and other founding fathers.  The original concept of the United States was
for the government to deal with foreign powers and for the states to take care
of their own business.  In other words, a
spirit of “States Rights” and “State Loyalty” was the norm for the time
period.  Everyone knew this and respected
this on both sides of the war.  Lincoln
for example, asked Robert E. Lee to lead the Union forces at the outbreak of
the war.  Lee waited to see where his home
state of Virginia would stand.  When
Virginia voted to join the Confederacy, Lincoln was informed by Lee that he
would be going home to Virginia and could not lead the Union forces against his
home state.  Lincoln, though he was not
happy about the decision, respected it and allowed Lee to leave.  Many other people chose to fight on the side
of their states because at the time loyalty to the state was more important
than loyalty to the nation.  Today,
society sees this as a problem since we have been conditioned and expected to
have loyalty now to the United States first. 
In fact, state loyalty is discussed very little since the end of the Civil
War. Myth – Those fighting for the Confederacy were fighting only
to keep slavery. 

Truth- certainly slavery was a part of the reason for the
war.  Lincoln was, after all, elected as
a Republican and the Republican Party’s main mission was always to abolish and
end slavery in the United States.  Only a
handful of states issued declarations as to why the left the Union.  Texas for example was one of them and it did
include slavery as the reason.  But it
must be remembered that the majority of the men fighting the war did not own
slaves.  A review of many of their
diaries not only indicates a disdain for slavery, they outright stated in many
cases that they were not fighting so that the rich could keep his slaves.  They were fighting for their homes.  Most did not have the money required to
purchase slaves and most had never owned slaves in their lives.  To further complicate this myth, if the
Confederacy was fighting to keep slavery, then no one in history has been able
to explain why five slave-holding states remained loyal to the Union.  They have also been unable to explain why
Lincoln’s famous proclamation to free slaves only freed them in the states in
rebellion.  The fact is, the United
States at Lincoln’s direction, freed slaves in the south and did not free them
in states in the north. 

Myth-The Confederate States of America’s soldiers were
racist. 

Truth – maybe.  Maybe some of the men fighting, people leading, and others in the south were racist.  Not only is it possible, but it’s also very likely that some were.  We know from some Union diaries that when slavery was finally made an issue of the war in 1863 by Lincoln’s proclamation that many of them indicated a dislike for the idea that they were fighting for African-Americans.  Union soldiers overwhelming disliked the idea of serving with African-Americans or fighting beside anyone other than a white man.  The Confederate States, on the other hand, was highly outnumbered by the Union army from the start until the end of the war.  The Confederate States and the soldiers fighting for it had a different opinion on race relationships.  The Native American Indians, for example, fresh off the Trail of Tears and other atrocities, came out of Oklahoma in large numbers and joined the Confederate Army.  Hispanic people living throughout Texas at the time signed up to defend their home and joined the ranks alongside their Caucasian counterparts.  Some slaves were forced into conscription, but there was also free African American men who joined the ranks and fought for the Confederacy.   Certainly, no government or nation is perfect, but to state that all Confederate soldiers were racist is a gross overstatement and an outright false one.  In many cases, the Caucasian solder fighting for the Confederacy welcomed all the help he could get when facing armies of the Union twice the size of his own army.   The claim that all the south was racist fails to hold up to post-war pictures of Native American, African American, and even Hispanic Americans at their Confederate Reunions throughout the late 1800s and early 1900s. Continue Reading →

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Tom Cotton Book Signing Saturday Morning in Texarkana

Senator Tom Cotton will be in Texarkana Saturday morning
from 9:30 to 11:30 signing copies of his new book.  Cotton will be at Books-a-Million near
Central Mall with his book “Sacred Duty”.   
The book is described by Robert M. Gates as “An ode to excellence.  An inspiring read for every American.”  The description of the book states:

An
extraordinary journey behind the scenes of Arlington National Cemetery, Senator
Tom Cotton’s Sacred Duty offers an intimate and inspiring
portrait of “The Old Guard,” the revered U.S. Army unit whose mission is to
honor our country’s fallen heroes on the most hallowed ground in America. Cotton first won a seat to the House of Representatives in 2012.  He would later run for the U.S. Senate in 2014.  He has served as Senator for Arkansas since 2015.   Cotton is also a veteran of the United States Army and obtained the rank of Captain.    During Operation Iraqi Freedom, tom was awarded the Bronze Star and numerous other awards. 

Senator Cotton has been involved with the Texarkana area since 2012. He has hosted events, attended school functions, and promoted the area for both Texas and Arkansas across the nation. The public is encouraged to take this opportunity to obtain a signed copy of Tom’s new book. Continue Reading →

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Republicans to Live-Stream State Party Chair’s Visit

Arkansas Republican Party Chairman Doyle Webb

Miller County, AR: The Miller County Republican Committee (MCRC) will hold their monthly meeting Tuesday, June 11, 2019, at 6:30 p.m. The meeting will be held at Big Jakes on Arkansas Blvd. The special guest for the meeting will be Arkansas State Party Chair Doyle Webb. Doyle has served as party chair for nine years and is the longest serving State Republican Party Chair in the United States. Doyle also serves as General Counsel to the Republican National Committee. The MCRC will live-stream Doyle Webb’s presentation on the committee’s Facebook page. Continue Reading →

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“Unbelievable Warriors” of June 6, 1944

DDay

D-day survivors are few and far between today as 75 years has
now slowly marched by since the June 6, 1944. 
If you have seen one, then you’ve seen a rare sight that keeps getting rarer
by the day.   Soon, and likely one day
very soon, we will have nothing left of the generation that stormed the beaches
in the name of freedom with a mission to save the world.  They stormed those beaches to stop the
greatest evil the world had ever known.  The
current generation has seen these men as old, feeble, weak, and sometimes
confined to wheelchairs or assisted by walkers. 
Generations today seeing these men have seen the final years as the old
soldiers have been gradually fading away. 
Maybe you’ve looked at a reunion picture, or a picture of a grandparent
and you’ve thought, “How did this old man save the world?  How did this old man break across those
bloody beaches of Normandy on June 6, 1944?” 
Well, for one thing, they were not always old and feeble.  Just like you, they were once young, full of
life, laughter, hopes and dreams.  But
those dreams were set aside for the call to arms.  That call would end some lives as young as 17
and 18, give some permanent disabilities, and leave others scared emotionally
and mentally for years to come.  But take
a moment and step back to June 6, 1944, and I’ll share with you how that old
man took those beaches that day…

That old man loaded up his pack, gathered his supplies and
sent what could be his final letters home. 
Perhaps he told a girlfriend of his love, a wife of his devotion, a
mother not to worry, or a father to be proud. 
He wrote out his letters and sent them home.  He loaded up, placed pictures close to his
heart in many cases, and joked nervously with buddies and fellow soldiers as
they prepared.  When the time came to
cross the waters, he may have puked, he may have been sick, he may have cried,
or he may have prayed, but he went forward. 
In the boats as they rocked through the waters, he heard the shells
landing around him, he heard the sound of bullets zipping through the air, and
maybe he saw the glow of tracer bullets guiding the German fire as it tore down
into his friends.  He saw men ripped
apart, he saw friends die, he saw men jump into the water too soon and
disappear beneath the tide as the weight of their gear pulled them down to
death.  As he reached the shore, he worked
his way through the blood soaked sand from men wounded and dead.  He learned quickly that to stay on the beach
was to die, so he moved forward. 

Shells landed around that old man as he made his way across
the beaches.  Friends who had shared cigarettes,
exploded like bombs in front of him, the air was thick with smoke, and the
sound of men screaming.  Some called for
their loved ones and others simply cried out to God.  Still, through it all when that old man
thought he could not go any further, he pushed on toward the goal.  Eventually, through it all, that old man and
his fellow soldiers took the ground, they pushed out the Germans, and they
achieved what nobody had been able to do in that war in Europe  before…they beat back the Germans. The old man who had leaped out of the plane behind the lines floated like a target through the air.  He watched as his friends were shot while still seeking the ground below.  Eventually, he landed and fought the enemy all around.  That old man and his friends then dug in, watched the bullets fly, and fought as best they could with the hope that the beachhead would be taken and friendly troops would come in sight.   

So if you see that rare sight these days of the D-Day soldier or you glance at an old picture of some old man in a hospital bed wearing a D-Day hat, or with the history of having been there on June 6, 1944, do not see him as you see him today.  The man you see today or even in the photographs of recent years, is only the old solider that once was in 1944.  Remember him while he’s here and remember him when he’s gone as what and who he was on that day.  Remember him like the young Marine once said when meeting a group of D-Day warriors many years ago.  They were old, crippled and aged, but the Marine had read their stories, he had heard about how their fellow dead soldiers had fought and he had heard how they pushed on to secure freedom for the world in the grasp of Nazi fear.  The Marine did not see simply a group of old men. When looking at the pictures and hearing the stories, all the Marine could say through misty eyes was, “My God, what unbelievable warriors these men once were.” 

Friends, do not see those of D-Day as old, worn out, or even gone.  No, see those of D-Day as the Marine once saw them, and remember that those “Unbelievable Warriors” set in motion on June 6, 1944, the day that would save the world for you and for me.   
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Four States Rally

Benefiting Texarkana Fallen Bikers Memorial Wall

Texarkana will play host to the Four States Rally on June 7, 8 and 9 this year at the Texarkana Arkansas Convention Center. The public is welcome and encouraged to attend and enjoy this three day event. Registration is available online at tfbmw.org with single cost for a weekend pass being $60 and a couple $100. Singles receive a T-Shirt, patch and access to food and the live band. A couples registration receives 2 T-Shirts, 2 patches and access to food and the live bands. Continue Reading →

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City and County Comes Together…Finally

Texarkana, Arkansas donates fire truck to Miller County

Texarkana, Arkansas donated fire truck for Miller County

For years citizens have been frustrated by the lack of
cooperation and willingness to work together between Miller County, Arkansas
and Texarkana, Arkansas.  Both city
officials and county officials have promised time and again to work together to
help promote a unified area.  Until yesterday,
those promises always seemed to be preached during campaign seasons and soon
forgotten after the elections. 
Fortunately the city and the county now has officials prepared and dedicated
to fulfilling the “work together” promises. 

When Cathy Hardin-Harrison ran for County Judge, one of the
things she promised was to work closer with the city.  Allen Brown had similar visions when he
decided to run for Mayor of Texarkana.  Once
elected, these two did not waste time in looking for ways that both Texarkana
and the county could benefit from working together.  Yesterday citizens of the county and the city
saw some of the fruits of a partnership that may well help push the entire area
ahead. Texarkana, Arkansas was able to donate a fire truck to the
county.  As a result of the donation, the
area of Doddridge will have access to a newer model truck for the needs of
everyone in that area.  Judge Cathy Hardin-Harrison
was on social media yesterday afternoon thanking Mayor Brown, City Manager
Haskins, and Chief Fletcher for the truck. 
The judge noted that this was one example of the county and city working
together. When any two entities start off to work together, it can be
difficult in the beginning; however, both Texarkana, Arkansas and Miller
County, Arkansas, with the leadership of Mayor Brown and Judge Hardin-Harrison,
have proven it can be done.  If this
partnership can continue and thrive, there will be no limit to the potential
jobs, growth, and enhancements that we can see in the city and county.  Naturally, we all know that whenever Bowie,
Miller or either of the two Texarkanas benefit from something, the benefit can
be felt in the entire region.  This
evidence of the promise being kept is certainly a huge positive for our entire
area. Continue Reading →

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Saying Goodbye to Rodney Phillips

Rodney Phillips 1968-2019

Today I said goodbye to a friend of nearly twenty-three
years.   When you’ve known someone for
twenty-three years, it’s not uncommon to see them at their good points of life,
tough points of life and their high points of life.  It’s also not uncommon to really get to know
the person and sometimes to forget that person has other associates, friends,
and family.  Today, I said goodbye to one
such friend, Rodney Phillips. I’m not going to try to recap all of Rodney’s life because
there isn’t enough time to do that.  I
will say that he has touched many people. 
Rodney’s reach was more than apparent at his family visitation when I
saw page after page of signatures in the visitation book.  It was even more evident as I stood just
outside the chapel where standing room only could be found for his funeral
today.  Rodney had a far reach in life,
but rather than recap all of that, the only things I can recap about Rodney is
what I directly know about him.  Rodney
was a son, a husband, a father, a Christian, a hunter, a fisherman, a mason,
and he is my friend.    Rodney lived the
life of a Christian man and a mason until his last day on this earth.  So, rather than focus on his birth,
experience, and death, I’d like to share with you a couple of stories that sum
up who Rodney was and in fact who he still is. 

Rodney was a Christian. 
Rodney not only believed entirely in Christ, but he also had no shame or
fear of speaking about God.  While
speaking is excellent, actions are, and Rodney knew this.  Several times, I saw Rodney act in a
Christian manner.  Recently when some disagreements
broke out over a situation we were both involved in, I turned to Rodney because
I knew he would have a calming answer. 
Not to be underestimated, Rodney had the best solution of all.  He said of the situation, “Well, all I
know is we just need to forgive and let bygones be bygones.  We just need to all get along.”  He did not preach it; he stated it.  That is the type of Christian Rodney is, he
wants to forgive, move on, and continue in harmony.  While that situation is not yet resolved, I
certainly hope those who heard his words, or perhaps those who are reading them
now, will remember that Rodney wanted nothing more than peace and harmony and a
forgiving atmosphere.  I think we can do
that, if not for ourselves, then for Rodney. Rodney is a friend, and real friends are hard to find.  Rodney is not only a friend, but he is also a
true friend.  Rodney was the type of guy
that met no strangers and helped anyone at any time.  Several years ago I was traveling back from
Dallas pulling a trailer when my vehicle broke down.  I called “friend” after friend and received
no help.  I had answers like “I’m already
in for the night,” or “I’ve been drinking,” or “I can not come that far right
now,” etc.  As I went down my list of
numbers, I reached Rodney’s. When I was about to give up, I called Rodney’s number.  His response was simple; he said, “I’m
on my way.  We’ll pull the trailer back
first, and then we’ll get my trailer and get your vehicle.”  When Rodney arrived, I started to hook up the
trailer, and I noticed he was watching and doing little to help hook it
up.  In fact, Rodney was directing me,
something I learned he is very good at doing. 
He seemed tired, and I assumed that he had just woke up and was maybe
still sleepy.  When I said, “Rodney,
are you okay,” his response shocked me. 
Rodney said, “Yeah, man, I’m fine. 
I just had surgery last week, and I’m not supposed to lift anything or
do anything stressful.  So I’m a little
tired.” As we talked, it turned out this was no minor surgery; in
fact, it was major surgery.  I was
humbled and surprised by Rodney’s actions. 
Out of all the people I called for help, Rodney, who had just had major
surgery a week before, was the only one to come to help me.  We hauled the trailer back, picked up his
trailer, and pulled the vehicle back. 
Rodney reluctantly allowed me to put gas in his truck and refused to
take any money for helping.  Even when
Rodney was tired and had more than a good excuse not to help, he never
complained and came to help a friend in need. 
That is what true friendship is and will always be in my mind. 

I never got the opportunity to repay Rodney for his
brotherly love, his Christian attitude, and his friendship.  Through the years, we worked on many projects
together and shared many laughs.  I
always reminded him of the time he came to help me when nobody else could or
would, and I always told him, no matter where I was in life, he could still
call me from anywhere, and I’d help.  When
I would say this to Rodney, he would laugh and say, “I know you’d do the
same for me.”  Well, Rodney, I never
got the chance.  You’ve gone home to
Heaven now.   Someday when I get there,
I’m going to ask God why he needed you home when you had touched so many lives
here on earth.  I’m going to ask God why
I couldn’t have kept my friend, and the friend to many others, for a little
longer here on earth.  I know God will
have his reasons, and I know they will be good ones.  So, in the meantime, Rodney go fishing with
those who have gone before you, say hello to your dad for me,  do some hunting, and enjoy Heaven.  Oh, and if you decide to send a message this
way, I want to know how the steaks taste in Heaven and if you’re cooking them. Continue Reading →

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Bullying Reported at Local School District

Local Bikers prepare to ride against bullying at Liberty Eylau School District

Bullying is a word no parent wants to hear or even think about when it comes to their own child’s safety.  School districts around the area have added policies to address bullying, cracked down on it, and even had the training to help promote “anti-bullying” agendas.  Despite the progress by many schools, the parents of some students in the Liberty Eylau School District feel that enough is not being done in the district. 

At this time three parents have come forward and contacted the Four States News with complaints about the Liberty Eylau schools.  One parent has pointed out that bullying of her daughter has been going on for well over three school years now with no real action from the district.  Another parent indicated that bullying has progressed from verbal threats of violence and even sexual threats to acts of violence and sexual assault.  There is a police report being investigated at this time. 

One parent stated that much of the bullying has now progressed into assault and even sexual assault for her daughter.  She has reported this to campus police, and there is an investigation going according to the parent, but no action or corrective action has been taken as of this date.  This parent stated that since she has reported the incidents, she has now learned there are other parents with the same problems for their children.  The parent said that “we are banding together to make a statement and to not let our daughters’ voices be left unheard.”  Based on her initial discussions, she feels the problem is district-wide, and while her daughter’s incident occurred at the middle school, she has been notified of issues in other schools within the district as well.  The parent said it was not okay for these students to continue in mainstream school while her daughter and others live in fear of being bullied daily.  

Last Friday several local bikers including members of the
Texarkana Fallen Bikers Memorial Wall and others joined together to escort the
children to school in an effort to promote “Stomp Out Bullying” at Liberty Eylau
and make a positive impact.  The bullying
has allegedly affected not only young girls in the district but also many of
the young boys in the schools.   After
the escort last Friday morning, one parent attempted to escort her child into
the school and was denied access.  When
she questioned why she could not enter the school to help her child feel
comfortable, she was told that only her child could enter.  The parent stated that no other reasons were
provided for why they could not enter the school and they only stated that
“no adults would enter the school.” 
Options such as signing in at the office and visiting her child’s
classroom were not offered.  When the
parent asked about eating breakfast or lunch with her child, it was denied as
well despite those options being part of the daily options for parents in the
district. Overall the parents are merely asking the officials at the Liberty Eylau school district to address the problem of bullying at the schools.  They feel that they have brought it to the district’s attention and at this time the district has done nothing to address their concerns.   They now think they have no choice except to reach to outside news sources, connect with other parents, and band together to address their concerns.   The Liberty Eylau Handbook states on page 38 that Bullying is prohibited by the district.  The handbook goes on to describe how the district will investigate and who may report bullying.  The handbook also notes that bullying may be reported on the district’s website and that it may be reported anonymously.   Anyone having knowledge of Bullying, assault, or sexual assault occurring on any Liberty Eylau campus is encouraged to contact the district and report it.   The district offers the online reporting at Liberty Eylau Website.   Those feeling their concerns are not adequately addressed, may reach out to other parents and local authorities. 
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Genoa Dragons 5K Trail Run

Genoa, AR- On May 11, the Genoa Central Boys and Girls Track Teams will host the Third Annual Dragon Fire 5K Trail Run. The race starts at the elementary school on Highway 196 in front of the Dragon Gym. Entry fees should be received by mail by May 10 and will be accepted for an additional five dollars on race day. Entry fees are $20 through May 10 and $25 on May 11. Families of 3 or more from the same household may register early for $15 per person and $20 on the day of the race (must have 3 or more). Continue Reading →

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Fishing Memories

It’s fishing time again! 
I know there are people thinking, “It’s always fishing time,” but for me
fishing time starts after winter and ends about the time my teeth stop
chattering from the cold.  In simple
terms, I fish in the Spring until the end of fall.  I’m what you call a leisure fishing guy.  I’m not so serious about fishing that I have
a five hundred dollar rod and reel, but I also enjoy the use of good equipment.  I enjoy fishing equipment so much, that once
I have the basic stuff together, I rarely buy new.    This
year as the fishing season kicked off for me my favorite reel from 1989 (A
Zebco Rhino) broke.  After thirty years,
the reel finally gave up.  I trudged off
to the store to get a new one and while I was there I decided it was time to
invest in a new tackle box as well.  This
was not an easy decision for me.   As old
as that reel was, my Plano 6300N is actually older.  The box dates back nearly forty years
ago.  I decided it was time for a new
tackle box to go hand-in-hand with the new rod and reel.   As a blessed man that I am, my wife stood
nearby encouraging me to get the best tackle box I wanted and planned to use
for the next several years. I was happy to find that Plano still makes their tackle
boxes in the USA.  I was also happy to
find a wide variety of new models.  I
selected one, purchased it and the rod/reel and headed home.  In a few days I sat down to move over the
tackle I wanted to continue to use, store away old lures like my grandfather’s
and others from my childhood, and get the new Plano ready for action.  It was then that I began my walk down a
“fishing” memory lane with that old box.   

While I fully intend to use the new tackle box, I did not
realize how hard it would be to actually move stuff from the old box to the new
one.  Naturally, the act of moving it was
easy, but the symbolic aspect of the move was deep in my mind and history.  As I looked at the old tackle box a flood of
memories came rushing back to me.  I
remembered the first time I got the box at a Walmart that closed at eight
o’clock when Walmart was still two words. 
I remembered the special offer inside the box!  I could send away for a nameplate for my new
tackle box and I did.  I remembered the
day it arrived and how I proudly stuck it on the indented spot for nameplates
on the top of the box. 

As more memories washed in, I had to smile.  As proud of that nameplate as I was back
then, I can also remember the day it finally fell off and I lost it.  I could remember the day I got a scuff on the
box next to a fishing pond.  In fact each
scuff, scratch, and mark had a memory attached to it.    The
old box is faded now, and I could remember all the days it sat out beside me in
the sun.  I could remember other scuffs
from carrying the box on my bike, hauling it in the back of my grandfather’s
old Ford, and even a time or two I dropped it a little too hard near the
fishing spots.  I could remember hauling
it on boats, to lakes, rivers, and streams. 
I could remember each time my grandfather gave me a lure to place in the
box – I was and still am very proud of those old fishing lures.  I could remember each time I pulled the fish
stringer out for that perfect fish, and each time the line snapped, and I had
to dig into the old box for more tackle. 
I could remember using it all through school and then taking it with me
to college.  As nearly forty years of
fishing memories ran freely through my mind, I closed the box with many of the
old lures still in place. 

I placed both the boxes back in storage – one ready to go,
and one ready to tug at my memories forever-and decided to look to see if my
old Plano 6300N was still around.  A
quick search on E-bay found dozens of them ranging from $10 to about $30.   They are now called “vintage” and “Old”
tackle boxes.   Many of them are marked with the same type of
memory marks of scuffs and scratches as mine, and others looked as if they had
sat up on a shelf with no use at all.  I
found myself feeling sorry for the ones that appeared to not be used, and then
I was sorry for the ones being sold.  The
ones that appeared not to be used, missed a lifetime of fun and fishing.  As for the ones with the memories, it was sad
that someone’s fishing memories had been posted on eBay at a rate of between $10
to $30. 

I decided long ago I would not sell my Plano box.  In fact, I think I may have decided not to
ever sell it after the first fishing trip with it.    Somewhere down the line my children may
decide to sell the box and that will be okay, because it will not hold the
memories for them that it does for me. 
Maybe…just maybe if I’m lucky though…this new Plano box will become
theirs and will hold memories for them. 
Who knows, in another thirty or forty years, one of my children may be
looking back with fond memories at the Plano box that replaced my old 6300N
today. Continue Reading →

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