Studies, Stories, and Songs

This story is about part of a "Doring family tradition's", at our “Granny Doring's house”, back in the late 1950's through about the entire 1960's. So here goes! From the time I was old enough to remember anything much, we went over to Granny Doring's almost every Saturday night. And the way that went was, earlier in the evening, the aunts, Mary and Carolyn, and very early on Aunt Jeanette, would usually help to entertain Susan and I. When I got old enough to do so, I joined in and played board games with the aunt's, and Susan. We played games like, Parcheesi, and Sorry, and Chinese Checkers, and Clue was a real favorite. Sometimes we would play outside in Granny Doring's yard, And sometimes we would go across the street to play over at that “legendary” park across from Granny Doring's house. Aunti Jeanette, being the eldest, got married to our awesome "Unkie" Jim in August of 1956. So I don't remember her being there as much dur...

                           By Ron Doring – December, 2018 – For the Grand Children.Chapter I - "Way Back in Eighteen Ought and Something" -  Grandpa Ben's Tyler's three grandchildren, two girls and a boy, ages 4 through 9 years of age, were so excited. They were ready to hear more of Grandpa Ben's adventures of the Wild West, as told by their Grandfather from his younger days, when he was a sure 'nuff, genuine, “Wild West Cowboy”, helping to drive cattle on the storied cattle trails, that ran from South Texas up into the heartland of the United States. Susie age ten, was the eldest granddaughter. Andrew the grandson, was eight years old, and he was the middle child. Little Sadie, who was only four and a half years old, was the youngest of the three. And she always made it very clear to anyone who asked, that she was now a whole, “four and a half years old!” So as that evening, as they all sat around th...

When I was a Kid, living in Corpus Christi, in the fall season, Dad always found a place to pick up pecans. After the first frost, after the next good stiff cold front blew in, the pecans would start dropping. Then Dad would start his traditional annual, picking up of, and then shelling pecans. First, Dad would put them into plastic 5 gallon pails, after which he would carefully shell them. Then he put them into quart zip-lock bags. When they were all shelled and packaged, we kept enough bags of them for Mom to use in pies and such throughout the year. After Christmas Mom would put many of those bags in the freezer for later use. Then what was left over, which was often quite a few bags, Dad would bestow many of them upon our Corpus Christi family, and he also gave many bags of them to our local Corpus friends. Susan and I sometimes helped Dad shell pecans. He would cut the the ends out of them with some wire cutters, which he had modified just for that purpose. Then it was easy,...

Last night in rather sleepless night, I got to thinking about some precious memories from the time shortly after I received Christ. This was in the summer of 1969. I had been a Christian for perhaps two weeks, when a young man came to the Lighthouse who was saved, probably about the same time I was. Except he was saved in a tent meeting Lester Roloff, held in the Dallas area, in June of 1969. Early in the same month, I accepted Christ in a little bedroom, in the back of the beach house which served as our main headquarters, down on the Intracoastal canal, at Lester Roloff's ministry for young men, known as The Lighthouse. I never will forget the day Ricky came to the Lighthouse. But I have recorded that story on my blog “Up and Down the Landcut”, which is the place where I tell of many of the unique things that happened, back in my younger years, during the times when I lived down at The Lighthouse. You can read about that account on my “canal” blog by clicking on thi...