Brenda Cannon Henley's archive

A friend sent this to me and I was attracted to the truth it shared. Although it is a work of fiction originally published under the name Elizabeth Silance Ballard in 1974, this tale cobbled together from the real-life experiences of the author and her contemporaries contains life lessons that still hold value for us today.

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Southeast Texans, in particular, are noted for loving their fresh, succulent seafood straight from the local waters. If you have a hankering for some really good fried or broiled catfish, head on over to Mike and Terry Hamilton’s Catfish Kitchen, located at 3620 College St. in Beaumont.

Plan on looking for a parking place, as the parking can be full to the brim, forcing a wait for someone to leave. Filled parking spaces usually mean good food is being served inside the restaurant.

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If your heart, to be merry, needs a medicine as the Scripture promises, then organizers in Southeast Texas might just have the perfect prescription for you. Promised in exchange for only 59 minutes of your time is the opportunity to laugh, cry, giggle, think a bit, smile, nod, agree, wonder, realize, chuckler, muse, and even poke your neighbor in the ribs. You are also invited to clap your hands, stomp your feet, and then just laugh some more.

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Southeast Texans are connoisseurs when it comes to gumbo. Ask anyone who the award-winning cook is in their family, office or church group and you’ll get 10 different reasons why their favorite is the best. The folks at Girls’ Haven take tasting and enjoying the Southeast Texas staple to the limit. Come on out and enjoy the best gumbo on the planet Saturday, Feb. 25, from 11 a.m. to 6 p.m. on the parking lot at Parkdale Mall in Beaumont in front of Macy’s and behind Logan’s.

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For several years of my Christian life, I wrestled with what God would have me to do concerning reaching others. I had heard sermons and read material teaching that I should be a witness for Him, and that if I really loved Him as I should, I would be eager to talk to folks about their eternal souls. I wasn’t. I was chicken. I was downright petrified. I was fearful that I would offend and possibly lose a friendship that I valued. Because of my work, I knew many different kinds of people, and my family members were pretty much like me and not into church things.

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