Angel Wheeler

my dad

  • In Memory of My Dad #27

    written by my dad, Bob Briggs 1943-2011 “Of course we’re going to Oklahoma City for Derby Day,” declared Val vehemently.  “Haven’t we always gone for the past several years?  It’s imperative that we go.  It’s our sworn duty!  I’ll call Doc for some cash tonight.  What ‘da ya think?  About 500 bucks sound right for… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #26

    On a languid winter afternoon, hound dogs howl a mournful alarm at a visitors casual intrusion upon the Atkins Antiques barn a few miles south of Archer City, Texas. The dogs take their afternoon nap under the porch of the fading paint flecked building, and are often called upon to sound the call to arms… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #25

    Being a teacher myself, I found great joy in reading this story written by my dad on July 8, 1995.  How many of you have similar tales? Why our little community was named “Briggs” by early settlers has been lost in the annals of time, but I was always ready and able to come up… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #24

    I’m away on vacation.  I know my blog has been dead this week, more dead than usual.  I hope to pick up the pace soon.  I’m afraid I’ve let the lazy, hazy, dog days of summer have the best of me.  But in the meantime, enjoy a story written by my late dad, Bob Briggs, that… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #23

    You might think that with a family the size of the one I grew up in, we would eat anything that was put in front of us.  Not so.  Although we were avid partakers of our own favorite dishes, we had several idiosyncrasies that were unique to us alone.  Steak was expensive, and I don’t… Read more

  • In Memory of my Dad #22

    Momma’s older brother had a lot of cowboy in him. He worked for a large rancher east of Tahlequah, and I can still remember him riding up to the house at Briggs.  I remember the stories that he  used to tell us kids also, especially when he got in his cups.  That seemed pretty often… Read more

  • In Memory of my Dad #21

    Written by Bob Briggs on July 29, 1995 before computers had really taken over the world and everyone carried one in their hip pocket. Computers will lie to you.  Computers never apologize for their mistakes either.  Believe me they make plenty of them. I just recently got my finances straightened out with Sports Illustrated.  I… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #20

    written on March 25, 1995 Recently I traveled to west and south Texas on “holiday” as my Scottish friend Jody Taylor calls it.  Actually it was more of a couple of days off work and more of a “spring break”.  I took highway 33 out of Sapulpa, Oklahoma intending to take the “blue highways” that… Read more

  • In Memory of My Dad #19

    If you are shading the wrong side of 50, you are one of the unheeded senior citizens and you can always make an escape to your own personal hideout to get away from the witchy world of today by going into your own kitchen. Here among the rich smells of good food cooking, and the… Read more

  • In Memory of my Dad #18—Happy Father’s Day!

    Although a week late, here is a delightful Father’s Day tribute written by my late dad. Enjoy! ********* A fellow that I know recently went home to West Texas and he can’t get over what his children did for him for Father’s Day, although it was Memorial Day. It began with a surprise invitation. His… Read more