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No. I never owned one of those marvels of Henry Ford’s engineering, but I sure wish I had when I was in high school over at Stonewall. The next best thing happened when Lefty Wilson drove his “A Model” to school one day. And as luck would have it, he invited some of us, his classmates, on a ride that noon hour. We had to play our cards close to our vests since the Superintendent, D. D. Duke ran a taut ship over there but when Lefty proposed an illicit ride in the nearby country that long ago noon hour, he had plenty of volunteers.
Read moreThey don’t make creeks like they used to. I speak of Buck Creek. To narrow the search for the creek I am speaking of I direct your attention to the county road between Stonewall and Owl Creek. Just north of the city limits on this fairly insignificant stretch of road this little creek crosses. If you were to park and look over the edge you could see it. Buck Creek. In summertime it is a small trickling stream of water winding its way through the Poison Ivy and Water Moccasins as it cuts its way through a jungle of green jungle-like undergrowth.
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