In my neck of the woods, nothing says fun like a bonfire and mudding. Roger and I were adopted by family friends almost 30 years ago. We went to their house Christmas afternoon for the annual family gift brawl, known in polite society as Chinese Christmas — but we’re not polite.

In my neck of the woods, nothing says fun like a bonfire and mudding. Roger and I were adopted by family friends almost 30 years ago. We went to their house Christmas afternoon for the annual family gift brawl, known in polite society as Chinese Christmas — but we’re not polite.


I first saw smoke which meant a bonfire. I bypassed the house and went straight to the fire to play. Some folks were missing, but there were noises coming from the pond — revving engines, spinning tires and yelling. The mud wars were in full swing. Our truck stayed parked. Roger said he needed new tires. I think he was just afraid the "youngsters" would out-drive him, his one-ton would sink and he wouldn’t see it until the next drought.


We’re never too old to be kids. Two generations of "boys" were barreling their trucks into the pond’s shallow edge and churning their way to the other end. Extra trucks and a tractor were ready to pull out the inevitable stuck truck.


Two generations of "girls" were dodging flying mud and watching over the actual kiddos. All was going as usual until one of the 40-plus-year-old boys got into the act. He and his wife were in their luxury, full-size SUV, so he didn’t have a "toy" to play with … we thought. All at once, the SUV headed into the pond. We screamed "No," but it was too late. He hit the mud and water, hooked up to a stuck truck and pulled it out.


We cheered and gained a new respect for that brand of automobile. Into the pond the SUV headed again, going further and deeper than anyone else. Then it stopped, stuck. "There’s water running in," shouted the wife who was riding shotgun. "You reckon," we yelled back a little sarcastically since water was up past the bottom of the doors.


Out came the tractor. Two of the younger "boys" stripped down to their skivvies and waded out to hook the SUV to the tractor, but the driver, their uncle, motioned them away. With a mighty heave, the SUV began to crawl, finally getting to the bank unaided. Granted, the motor now sounded weird, kind of like a weedeater, but he made it!


Water poured out as they opened all four doors. We looked for fish in there, but didn’t find any.



Happy birthday to Josephine Burden, Dean Lindsey and Sharon Templeton, all of Denison; Craig Anthony Davis Jr., Wyatt Fisher, Darrell Rickerson and Devon Rogers, all of Sherman; Mary Inge and Victoria Nichols of Van Alstyne; Brooklyn Britt of Pottsboro; Cynthia Tillett of Tom Bean; Suprema Jackson of Washington; Martha Tate of Luella; Peggie Herod of Tyler; Caylin Hannen of Colbert, Okla.; Maggie Nelson of Platter, Okla.; Lauren Broyles of Tustin, Calif.


Happy anniversary to Ryan and Shelley Reeves of Sherman.