My Many Wonderful Aunts & Uncles

In honor of National Aunt and Uncle’s Day  (Wednesday, July 26),  some memories of my many aunts and uncles. First up, the Kingstons. Grandpa and Grandma Kingston had 12 children. One of them was my dad, of course.  I was fortunate to interact with all his brothers and sisters when I was growing up, some more […]
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Russell Kingston–From Farm Boy To Prisoner of War

The following was taken from a tape my father, Russell Kingston, made for me several years ago. He shares some of his experiences growing up, as well as his time as a prisoner of war in North Korea. I would like to point out a couple of things up front: One, these are not all […]
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Kentucky Wonders

Two years ago I published a short eBook about my grandmothers. I am now making it available for free here.   Kentucky Wonders Recollections and Recipes of My Rural Grandmothers By Wade Kingston Copyright © 2015 Wade Kingston All Rights Reserved   Dedication For Gola and Esther   Thank You I would like to thank […]
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Growing Up on Pea Ridge and Old Eddyville

What follows is an account of growing up on “Pea Ridge,” near “Old” Eddyville, Kentucky, by my mother, Mary Lou (Hammons) Kingston. The original town of Eddyville is gone now–a victim of the Army Corps of Engineers and the newly formed Lake Barkley in the 1960’s. Many refer to it now as “Old” Eddyville, though it […]
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P.O.W. Stories – The One with the Nurse and the Two Needles

My dad–Russell Kingston–was one of the longest-held prisoners of war during the Korean Conflict, which lasted from 1950 until 1953. The conflict (it was never a declared war) lasted for only three years, yet dad was a P.O.W. for 33 months. Dad has shared many stories of his time in the camp with me. As […]
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A Valentine for Poodle

A Valentine for Poodle, my sister. I was almost six when Wilma Jean was born. She was the first baby I can remember. She didn’t cry much at first–just lay quietly between two pillows in the middle of the bed. Despite warnings from relatives not to bother her, I couldn’t stop sneaking into the bedroom. […]
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Long Gone Lyon County Lives on in Photos

Long Gone Lyon County. The places in this posting no longer exist. Oh, the soil is still there. Sometimes it’s under water, though.  Maybe hidden by overgrown trees now, somewhere in Land Between the Lakes. Or rebuilt, in the case of the Eddyville Court House. Perhaps you recognize one or two of these old buildings. […]
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Two Towns Long Gone-Old Eddyville & Old Kuttawa

Two towns long gone – Old Eddyville and Old Kuttawa. They live on in these old black and white photos. These photos cause my parents to start their “I remember when” stories.  TVA and the Corps of Engineers created Kentucky Lake and Lake Barkley by damming the Tennessee and Cumberland Rivers. But they did more […]
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Where Were You 50 Years Ago, the Week of 11-22-1963?

To those of us old enough to remember the week of 11/22/1963, the videos and commemorative specials about the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President Kennedy have freshened old memories and feelings. Of course I remember exactly where I was, as does anyone who was alive at that time. On Friday, 11/22/1963, I was […]
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Quality Time with the Folks

Dad had quadruple-bypass surgery about a year ago, and last month Mom had what we suspect was a small stroke. So, I know you will understand when I say it is such a joy to spend quality time with them now, given all that’s happened. I thank God every day for their resilience. Today was […]
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Night of the Escaped Convict

  Grandma and Grandpa always went to bed with the chickens. Their little house didn’t have electricity, so on hot summer evenings they lay on top of the covers in their respective beds, hoping a stray breeze would meander in from the screen door at their feet. On one such evening many years ago they […]
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A Death at the Beach

I was ten years old the first time I saw a dead person up close. It wasn’t at a funeral, where most people see their first body, because I had not yet been to one. It wasn’t at the scene of a horrible highway accident, for I usually looked away when we came upon one. […]
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Under the Haystack, Fast Asleep

Goosebumps and tingles. Goosebumps ran up both my arms and tingled around my neck as I tried to see out the bedroom window. At first, all I could make out in the dark were raindrops trickling down the panes of glass.  It was summer, and the window was cracked open about an inch at the […]
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