A ritual decades upon decades old took place today at Ole Miss. It’s the kind of right-of-Ole Miss-passage that binds us all. Sometimes it’s the little...
In Memory of five Oxford Fathers – Mike McBryde, Charlie McLellan, Randy New, Chris Oxnam and I were a running crew back in 74-75-76. And we...
Social media is suppose to be fun, at least for me anyway. With all the thousands of Ole Miss and Oxford photographs I’ve posted its always...
Colonel Cofield’s chancellor was John D. Williams. They were friends. “A fine man”, I remember Granddaddy saying more than once. Those chancellors from John Williams going...
I was four and a half years old when The Riot exploded on campus and exploded Ole Miss onto a national stage from which we are...
Mississippian Willie Morris’ literary career, life and adventures carried him far and wide from home. From Presidents, to the J. R. Ewings in Austin, to upper...
It’s a shame that so many folks in small towns and big cities alike don’t realize till they are grown that they had it made growing...
When I got old enough to realize that William Faulkner was famous, and that my dad and grandfather knew the man, I ask dad what Mr....
I remember Freedmen Town. I remember riding with Dad or Granddad taking Mamie home after work. Rough dirt roads, not a rock of gravel, no gutters,...
There were many Cofield shots of William Faulkner taken through the years. From the late 20’s, until March of ’62 there were hundreds that were taken....