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As a Hopkins County pastor years ago, I lived down the road from Mount Vernon High School graduate, Gary Borden. To conclude one of our occasional and somewhat- theological discussions, he recited a cemetery epitaph allegedly collected by a sailor in Tasmania. Miss Irene Binion had taught it to her senior students: “Stop ye travelers as you pass by. / As you are now, so once was I. / As I am now, soon you shall be. / Prepare yourself to follow me.”

Everywhere we went in Germany people apologized for what the Nazis did. It started with the cruise director on the ship as we cruised along the Rhine last March. He praised the American forces for the victory in World War II. It continued with every tour guide we encountered. They emphasized the fact that the Holocaust was being taught in schools to help prevent it from happening again.

On Memorial Day, we honor the men and women who have paid the ultimate sacrifice in service to our nation. Their unwavering patriotism is a somber reminder that they have given us the most precious gift of all: freedom.

Winnsboro ISD School Board trustees and district administrators graduated 117 seniors Friday at Red Raider Stadium, handing over the Class of 2023 to the wideopen world of possibilities. “I’ve heard quite a few kids and wish them the very best in the future,” guest speaker and Winnsboro High School Assistant Principal Chris Lewis said.

Out of the Winnsboro High School Class of 2023 came many exceptional students, especially Katie Garner. Graduating high school in just three years and entering college at University of Texas at Tyler as a junior to study nursing in the fall, Katie knows her road to success was paved through hard work, determination and faith.

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When our friends Amber and her hubby Joe moved near us in San Antonio, we got together for dinner. After dinner, Amber would bring out a thoughtful dessert, the kids would each grab their serving, and then they’d head to bed while us four adults stayed up late. These were some of my favorite nights.

In previous columns, I may have mentioned that my sister-in-law, Sally, married a Louisiana fellow (or felleaux). He is not a typical human being, or possibly from this planet, you see he was born and raised in Louisiana. But, cher, can he cook!