Bluefield and blessings of the season in Nature's Air-Conditioned City | Opinion
Dec 19, 2020 Larry Hypes Daddy shook the grates and I heard him take out the ashes, a good sign because the house was already warm when my feet hit the floor as it was getting good daylight the Saturday before Christmas. Even better, the sausage, gravy, eggs and biscuits filled the breakfast table as Mom did her part to prepare us for heading to Bluefield. We fed the chickens, watered the cows, scattered a bale of hay for them and then Daddy started the little â53 Ford while Mom finished getting ready. We got the paper from Mr. Haven, started down the road and waved at Uncle ...