I cannot discover when Mom and Dad moved to the Old Hyde Place. I know it was before 1945 — the year I was born — and probably after 1936 when Dad went to work for the federal prison system in Springfield, Missouri. What I do know is that the farm was never a real
Wallace Renfro
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Photo by Online Marketing on Unsplash Well, guess what happened on the way to the holidays. I mean, there I was heading into Thanksgiving with what I considered to be some health issues that it didn’t seem likely would be addressed until after the end of the year. Subscribe to our newsletter I knew something
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This posting will seem like a departure from my usual Letters From the Old Hyde Place; and in a way, it is. It is more contemporary. But that was inevitably going to be the case. My history from the Old Hyde Place, the stories themselves, isn’t endless. But I like to think the grounding those
