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Bottom of the Bucket
Posted Tuesday, June 30, at 9:34 AM
From the archives of Paul Corbin As I look back through the list of articles I have had published in various magazines during the past ten years, I find that I have written about my famous ancestors, my literate coon dog, my experience as a gold miner, how I became an archaeologist, how I cured my not-so-common cold, and 180 other fragments of my fickle mind...

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My Home Town--Part 3
Posted Wednesday, June 17, at 5:16 PM

First-hand history of Advance In part two of the article "My Home Town," I mentioned that, back in the early 50's, the Inland Shoe Factory was growing just as fast as the town of Advance, MO could provide a building for John Lamarr to put his workers in. As I look back at the process of providing this space, I see it as being very much like a circus coming to town...

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My home town--Part 2
Posted Tuesday, June 16, at 6:31 AM

Editor's note: This account was originally published on Nov. 11, 2009. Much has changed in the last six years, but Corbin's account remains as he wrote it. Back in 1839, a Mr. Joshua Mabery bought 80 acres of wilderness land that was located on a sand ridge practically surrounded by water. ...

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My home town--Part 1
Posted Thursday, June 4, at 1:04 PM

From the archives of Paul Corbin I was born and spent the first 18 years of my life on a 50-acre farm about six miles west of Advance; however, I have been living in town for over 66 years, so I think I should be eligible to claim this place as "my home town."...

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Before indoor plumbing--A Table for Mom
Posted Wednesday, May 6, at 10:31 AM

From the archives of Paul Corbin It was back in 1926, but I can still remember the disgust in my mother's voice, as she said, "I wish we had a table to set the wash pan on!" As I reflect back on the situation, as it existed at the time, I can understand why she would make this statement...

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My sock darner
Posted Wednesday, March 25, at 7:23 AM

From the archives of Paul Corbin I never was very good at discarding or throwing away anything, so I was not really surprised when I was going through my sock drawer and discovered about 14 pairs of socks where one sock was in good condition and the other one had a hole in it. ...

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Trigger Madden
Posted Thursday, March 5, at 4:00 PM

From the archives of Paul Corbin I have often wondered if the few people who read the articles I write, sometimes get the idea that I am inclined to exaggerate, when I tell about my old hunting dog or my friends, Pappy Knight, and Podunk Pete. Now, I did graduate SUM-MA-CUMLAU-DE from my exaggeration class of '33, but when I write, I try to control the words I use and keep them on the straight and narrow. However, there may be a few times when I lose control of these words and let them wander...

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The Horse Trader
Posted Thursday, November 27, at 6:12 AM

In honor of Paul Corbin's 100th birthday TODAY, we are re-posting one of his more popular blog posts. This story was originally published on Dec. 30, 2007. By 1924, when I was 10 years old, Dad had upgraded his farm equipment to the point that he now owned a disk, which would cut a swath six feet wide every time he crossed the field, and it would cut about four inches deep. ...

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How I became an Archaeologist
Posted Tuesday, July 9, at 3:50 PM

The word Archaeology is derived from the Greek word "Archaios," meaning ancient or old. Archaeology is a science devoted to the investigation, interpretation, and preservation of artifacts from an earlier life and culture, for the purpose of bringing to light the history, the customs and the life-style of a people, who in most cases left no written record of their existence...

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The Tornado of 1963: My memories
Posted Tuesday, June 25, at 10:27 AM

From the Past Back in 1943 I hired a small, two ton truck to hauled all my worldly possessions from Memphis, Tennessee and dump them in a small house at the corner of Grisham and Sturdivant St. in Advance, Missouri. That would make it 66 years that I have called Advance "My Home Town." When I came here, there were no paved streets, and there were still a few farmers coming to town in their horse-drawn wagons...

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The City Farmer
Posted Tuesday, February 26, at 4:20 PM

Rufus Quagmire was in a state of jubilation, as he closed the deal on a 200 acre farm, which was located at a point where the foothills of the Ozarks drops off to the flat lands in the south end of Bollinger County Missouri. About 40 acres of this farm was a timber-covered hill and the other 160 acres was good, flat, tillable land...

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The Moon Shiner
Posted Friday, December 28, at 7:41 PM

During the 1920's and up until 1933, the "moon shiner," the "bootlegger," the "rum runner" and the "speak easy" were making more money than anyone else in our part of the country. This all started on January 16, 1920, when the 18th Amendment made it illegal for anyone to make whisky or beer...

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Learning Arithmetic
Posted Friday, December 21, at 1:51 PM

Looking back at my early school days, I now realize that I was not what you would call an exceptionally bright student. Anyway, by the time I was 8 years old, I was in the second grade, and I could count to 100. Up until that time, I had to take my shoes off any time I wanted to count above 10...

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The Old Town of Greenbriar: Part 1
Posted Wednesday, November 14, at 6:48 AM

During the early 1920's, when I was growing up in South Bollinger County, Mo., our shopping center was the little town of Greenbriar. The story of Greenbriar has been handed down from one generation to another. It is reported to have gotten its name from the rambling wild rose that grew so profusely in the area. The roses are all gone now, and so is the town of Greenbriar...

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Going to school in 1920
Posted Wednesday, October 31, at 1:33 PM

I did not have to walk very far, when I started school back in 1920. The Stepp School, where I attended, was just across the Cato Slough, about 300 yards from where I lived in south Bollinger County. This school was the typical one-room building, about 20 feet wide and 40 feet long, with two rows of desks down either side and a wide isle down the middle. The girls were seated on one side of the isle and the boys on the other...

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Legacy of Little River
Posted Wednesday, October 17, at 9:53 PM

During the early days of the 20th century, a large part of southeast Missouri was commonly referred to as "Swamp East Missouri," because the forces of nature had decreed that this area should be a "catch basin" for the rain and flood water that regularly came rolling out from 750,000 acres of Ozark hills. This water spread through seven counties, as it meandered over 100 miles on its way to the Mississippi River, making a large part of this area unsuitable for human habitation...

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The way it was back then
Posted Wednesday, October 3, at 7:18 AM

Originally published in the NSC on April 4, 2004 I have always regarded 1914 as being a very notable year. I was born that year, and so were Joe DiMaggio, Joe Lewis, Burt Parks, Tyrone Power, and Gypsy Rose Lee. The Panama Canal was opened that year, and Edgar Rice Burroughs published his "Tarzan of the Apes." The world's first red and green traffic light was put in operation in Cleveland, Ohio, and the Greyhound Bus Line had its beginning that year. ...

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Relics of the Past
Posted Friday, September 7, at 4:43 PM

Remembering the past As I shuffle through my tangled mass of memories, I hear echoes of the past that awaken the ghosts of yesteryear, and the elusive figments of my fickle mind carry me back to a time when I was a six year old boy, living on a farm in south Bollinger County Missouri. ...

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My Loquacious Possessions
Posted Wednesday, August 22, at 9:07 AM

How interesting and easy it would be to capture the essence of the past, if we could persuade inanimate objects to reveal the actions preformed in their presence. If this could become a reality, my first conversation would be with the old eight-day clock hanging on my living room wall...

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My not so common cold
Posted Tuesday, May 8, at 6:31 PM

Having lived a long and healthy life, I was very much distraught when I came down with a cold on the first day of December. I had it all--coughing, sneezing, head ache, and aching muscles. Since I am living alone, I was not concerned about inflicting this malady on others around me, and my condition was such that it gave me a good excuse to leave the dishes in the sink, or I should say leave them unwashed on the dining table...

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Paul Corbin is a 100-year-old historian, humorist, and amateur archaeologist from Advance, Mo. He grew up in the Greenbrier area west of Advance, where he attended Stepp School on the banks of Cato Slough and the Castor River, important waterways throughout his life. In an age when many area residents did not go to high school, the young Corbin made the decision to walk the five miles to Zalma, graduating in 1933. Throughout his life, he was an enterprising businessman, selling Watkins products from house to house throughout a large area - and later opening a variety store in Advance. He and his wife Geneva traveled throughout the United States, even following the route that the Lewis and Clark expedition traveled. His knowledge of Native American culture is extensive, and he has donated a sizeable collection of his artifacts to the Cape Girardeau Conservation Nature Center and the Bollinger County Museum of Natural History in Marble Hill. Throughout the years, he has submitted articles to TBY, the North Stoddard Countian, the Ozark Mountaineer, and several other Missouri publications. He has also written two books - "Reflections in Missouri Mud," and "Fragments of my Feeble Mind." The first one is out of print.
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