Happy Hollyhill New Year

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January 1, 1967 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill on New Year’s Day. Can you believe it’s 1967? Sixty-seven!! I’m fifteen. Grown. Old enough to behave myself, Aunt Love says. Old enough to fall in love, Leigh says. Old enough to take a trip to Jupiter, Wes says. Old enough to understand a few things about life, Dad says. Tabitha …

Christmas Means Parades

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December 3, 1966 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill. Wow! I can’t believe it’s been so long since I did a report. I guess it’s true that when you get in high school, you get really, really busy. Too busy, Aunt Love says. But I still do all the chores she has for me at home. That’s not as many …

Fireworks in Hollyhill

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July 4, 1966 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. It’s the 4th of July! That means time for parades and fireworks and picnics and sparklers. Sparklers is all the fireworks I actually get to play with. Those booming things aren’t legal in Kentucky and even if they were, Dad would never think we could afford them. It must be …

Did You Ever Buy a Box of Baby Chicks?

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March 1, 1966 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. I’m out in Holly County today reporting from Miss Sally’s farm. To be exact, and Dad says a good reporter should be exact, I’m reporting from Miss Sally’s chicken house. Baby chicks are cheeping all around me. Miss Sally just got one hundred baby chickens in a box at the …

Hollyhill Christmas Parade

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December 8, 1965. Jocie Brooke reporting from Main Street, Hollyhill, Kentucky. Well, I’m not actually standing on the street right this minute. I’m at home in my room, but a few minutes ago I was standing out there in the chilly air ready to cover the news.  We don’t usually do the parade at night, but Dad says the mayor …

Grandma Camp and Book Clubs

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Did you ever go to “grandma” camp? That’s what I call it when the grandkids come to spend a few days. We don’t worry too much about anything except food on the table at mealtimes, having plenty of Popsicles and doing something fun. One of the things we did with them this year was go fishing. I think my son had taken his …

One Year Later – Remembering President Kennedy

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November 25, 1964 Jocie Brooke reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. It’s been a sad week here in Hollyhill as everybody was remembering the assassination this time last year. Dad put this picture on the front page of the Hollyhill Banner. There was regular news, but it didn’t seem to matter than much this week. Or even that basketball season is about …

Chiggers, Briars, Stink Bugs – the Price of Jam

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Hollyhill, Kentucky July 22, 1964 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. Well, from Holly County anyway. We, Dad and Aunt Love and I, actually live outside the city limits. We don’t live on a farm exactly, but there are farms all around us. Some of those farms have plenty of blackberry bushes on them and it’s blackberry season.    …