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Wednesday, Aug. 20, 2014
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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Fragments of my Feeble Mind
Posted Wednesday, April 25, at 6:13 AM

It was on the first day of the New Year, 2012, and I guess I must have been having an early case of spring fever, because there I was, standing in the middle of one of my flower beds, trying to decide whether I should clean out the mulched leaves or just leave them there to help enrich the soil. ...

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Forgotten Facts of History
Posted Saturday, December 10, at 5:40 AM

The event of World War 1 has been well documented by historians, but no one knows for sure just how many people were killed during this conflict. It has been estimated that, including the military, and civilians, over 15 million people lost their lives during this war, which ended in 1918. It has also been estimated that the influenza epidemic of 1918 claimed over 21 million lives, making it one of the deadliest natural disasters in the history of mankind...

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My Egotistical Attitude
Posted Saturday, August 13, at 6:55 PM

Editorial comment by Madeline: I hope my good friend will forgive me for posting this piece for him, but his blog has remained static far too long, and this might cause a rumor of his early demise. Even though Paul is not at all sure he LIKES this story, I feel that it's worth publishing, just so our readers can see what this amazing man has been able to accomplish in the so-called "waning" years of his life! He will be 97 years old on Nov. 27, 2011...

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Widowers Lament
Posted Friday, May 20, at 10:05 PM

During 63 years of my married life, I paid very little attention as to what my wife did to keep everything running smoothly in our home. I was sure there wasn't very much to this job, but now that I am a widower, I have discovered that there is more to running a home than the ideas and suggestions proclaimed by Martha Stewart and Mr. Food...

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These old hands
Posted Saturday, May 14, at 2:25 PM

Have you ever looked at your hands--I mean really looked at them, and realized how faithfully they have served you as tools, helping you create a portrait of your existence, and how they helped you reach out and embrace the facets of life as you travel through the framework of time?...

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What I Learned in High School
Posted Friday, August 27, at 5:18 PM

It has been 81 years since my first day in high school, and I still have most of the textbooks I used in that great adventure. I had to buy my own textbooks back then, and I sure had to sell a lot of possum hides to pay my way through high school. Just a few days back, I was digging through my accumulation of books and came across my old textbook,"Principles Of Agriculture" that I used in the ninth grade...

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Another Fragment Of My Fickle Mind
Posted Thursday, July 8, at 6:55 PM

Another Fragment Of My Fickle Mind By Paul Corbin Just recently, as I was gazing out into the nighttime sky my fickle mind started wondering; just how many stars and undiscovered planets are out there in this vast universe that surrounds us. Then it occurred to me that it would be somewhat egotistically thinking for our world society to believe that our planet earth is the only planet in the vast universe that supports intelligent life...

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Bees In My Bonnet
Posted Thursday, June 3, at 4:39 AM

Back in about 1920, when I was a young boy, I stood back at a safe distance as I watched my grandfather work with his bees. This was back in a time before any scientific methods or designs were being used in the production of honey. Some of his bees were kept in plain old wood boxes, but most of his bees were kept in sections of hollow logs that were referred to as "Bee Gums." They were given that name because most of these hollow logs were made from black gum trees, which had a tendency to grow large and nearly always became hollow. ...

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Paul Corbin is a 98-year-old historian, humorist, and amateur archeologist 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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