Category: Bill Lee’s Columns

Columns by the late W.C. “Bill” Lee

Happy Birthday

We all, ready or not, have birthdays, some with exaggerated celebrations, and others celebrated by enjoying simple, reflective moments.

Guns

I have a gun, a .38 pistol that is unique in that, although past is 25th birthday, it has never been fired.  It is still in its original box, wrapped in a oiled based paper and secure, that is away from public view, waiting in case the owner has an improbable use for it. And it probably would not be of much defensive use anyhow because of its location.

Sing Along

Perhaps everyone likes to sing but in a public venue?  Maybe singing in the shower or  while driving alone or even singing as one of a large group knowing that your voice will be lost in the midst  might bring out your latent vocal talent  but singing a solo, forget it!

Don’t Give Up

There is a saying I think about regarding perseverance: When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.  That’s what I think of when I see how some of the people I visit deal with various degrees of adversity mostly related to health concerns.   Here are some examples.

The Bluff

I became a teenager in the early 1940s and in retrospect, acted the part perfectly, that is, cast possibilities of danger to the wind and did my own thing in other words, sometimes acted contrary to what the expectations of my parents might have been.

Eden

I have a small plaque in my yard which states: Time Began in a Garden.  For those who believe in the inerrancy of the Bible, this makes sense since this was where Adam and Eve made their entrance onto the world’s stage at a Garden in Eden.  

Gideon McDaniel

The church I attend has a small congregation thus no nursery since there are usually no children in attendance.

Easter Egg Hunt

I suppose the traditions surrounding an Easter egg hunt are about the same today as they were in the 1930s when I took part in one.  

Anatomy Of A Letter

The letter written during WWII  postmarked Alexandria, LA, May 16, 11:30 AM, 1945, written on a Tuesday afternoon, was recently handed to me by a friend.

An Impressive Feat

Probably the first time you experienced a 100 mile per hour ride was when you were 16  years old, newly licensed to drive, you headed out SC 34 toward Bingham, with no obvious traffic in sight.