My mother, Lottie Ava Flournoy was born in Comanche County, Texas in 1910. She married my father, Fred E. Flournoy in 1926. Together they survived the Great Depression, several recessions, two world wars, the Korean War, the Vietnam War, the Cold War, the Gulf War and 16 presidents. When my Father died in 1999 at the age of 93, they had been married for almost 73 years. Mother passed from this life the next year at the age of 90. In going through mother's scrapbook, I found many interesting bits of wit and wisdom that she had clipped from various sources. I believe these clippings reflect the interest mother had in wholesome things. Some of these clippings are a reflection on the culture of mid-twentieth century. You might find some of these items to be of interest.
Humor is also a part of this page. We have gleaned humorous stories, jokes and poems from various sources. We hope you enjoy them.
The Hammer And The Anvil
by John Clifford
Last eve I passed beside a blacksmith's
door
And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime;
When looking in, I saw upon the floor,
Old hammers, worn with beating years of time.
"How many anvils have you had," said I,
"To wear and batter all these hammers so?"
"Just one," said he; then said with twinkling eye,
"The anvil wears the hammers out, you know."
And so, I thought, the anvil of God's word
For ages skeptics' blows have beat upon;
Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard,
The anvil is unharmed - the hammers gone!