Hoot 'n Holler Issue 3

This is our first Thanksgiving issue of Hoot 'n Holler.













































































































 

Hoot 'n Holler Issue 2

Hope you enjoy this second issue of "Hoot 'n Holler" which my mother and I wrote together. We collated the pages by hand. At first, we had the printing company do the stapling. That printing company is no longer "there" - just a flat lot by the railroad tracks off Kenwood & Creek Rd. intersection.

Eventually I found a wonderful big stapler that "reached to the center" of the pages - more labor for us, but saved a few cents on each issue. Those were the days when we could sent out an issue for 25 cents. Some of our family and friends did become subscribers which helped "a bit". We received a lot of nice notes and items to include. It was fun to work together with Mama Lois.

Mama always wanted me to publish "Bureaucat" in a separate book. Never did it, but I'm sharing now.

"A Fog of Apes" is one my favorite poems. Found it in a magazine years ago and had it on my bulletin board as a reminder of human behavior!

Onward!

Hoot 'n Holler Issue One

Here are more pages from our first issue of Hoot 'n Holler.  

Now Angel Molly Dog

Bureaucat!

Favorite Prayer of my mother, Angel Lois. I keep this prayer at eye-level right here.

No more subscriptions : (    postage too high now! How times change!

 Last page of our first issue of  Hoot 'n Holler.

Hooray for HootHoller!

For days I tried to figure out a word combination for Hoot 'n Holler and finally, "it hit me" to just try HootHoller and it worked!

Years ago my mother, Lois Brown Dale, now Angel Lois and I wrote "Hoot 'n Holler" to share with family and friends. Mama wrote her column called Observations which many I have posted over on Lois Lessons (another blog). Friends and family contributed Sayin's & Funnies, poems, and other items worth sharing. I have many old books around here, a favorite set is The Book of Knowledge 1918. I have books from my teaching days. I still consider myself a "teacher" - a sharing person.

And, so it begins again: HootHoller (without the "n" in between Hoot and Holler)!

Onward!