ABC, CBS, NBC and other news stations are proudly welcoming our soldiers home from Iraq with a "Thanks for your service."� It is great and refreshing to hear good news on the TV. Many families are thrilled and filled with gratitude to have their loved ones coming home.

Here is it is, graduation time again, and have I had my share of graduations! The first one I remember, at age 5, was being with my Uncle Glenn when my mother -- who had finished at Livingston State Teacher´s College in about 1916, at the ripe old age of 15 -- graduated again from Howard College in 1937.

The Rose family often moved very long distances, especially for the times. I never found out why but assumed it had something to do with deaths in the family. I know my dad lived in Ensley Highlands in 1918 when two of his older brothers died and he was a teenager.

He had just seen it and wondered if I knew about it. I am glad he called because no one else did, and the library never told me about it. You can never assume what people know, even about themselves or their own family. Sometimes they are the last to know.

Last night on TV we were watching a 1930's movie when the main actress appeared in a coat like one my mother also had in the 1930's. It was a princess style which meant it was fitted at the waist with a flared skirt. Around the collar of the coat were fox fur tails.

ABC, CBS, NBC and other news stations are proudly welcoming our soldiers home from Iraq with a "Thanks for your service." It is great and refreshing to hear good news on the TV. Many families are thrilled and filled with gratitude to have their loved ones coming home.

All places have some sort of native plants. In this part of Alabama, with our favorable elements, we have many beautiful native blooming plants and lovely evergreen ferns. My favorites are the ferns, I believe, because many wood ferns, being cold weather hardy, are outstanding all year long.

“BBB” about summed up Birmingham’s love of eating out when I was growing up during the 40’s and 50’s. Eating out was a the popular entertainment for families without much competition of places.

One of my first memories of my dad was at Lock 17. Judging by the number there must be many locks on the Black Warrior River, but this one seems special. It is many years since I have been there, but I can still see it as it was today.

Here is a philosophical question for you: How can something with no real beginning ever end?