Jan

20

Posted by : Press release | On : January 20, 2012

By Buddy Hazell

The town of Hull, Texas is about 11 miles south of Batson. FM 70 runs through Raywood, to Daisetta, and Hull to Batson, then turns east to Saratoga. Going to Hull for us living in Batson, was like going from Malakoff to Dallas. Hull was, “the big city.” The main street through Hull was concrete, and there were no board sidewalks, they were also concrete, with curbs! Hull also had a railroad and train station.

My Uncle Harold owned the drug store in Hull and when we went there we could get a free double-dip ice cream cone

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Jan

13

Posted by : Staff Reports | On : January 13, 2012

By Buddy Hazell

Do we remember the ‘Outhouse’, with its Sears, Roebuck and Company catalog; or the Monkey Ward catalog? Then, there was the ‘Slop Jar,’ for ladies and girls of the house; and there was ‘Hesitating’ off the ‘Gallery’ for the men and boys.

We had just one pair of shoes and wore them only when going to town or church. We had two pair of overalls, one for everyday use and one for going to town and church. Mother made our shirts and underwear from chicken feed sacks, and bed sheets from flour sacks. We wore socks until they had been sewed up so many times that there was more thread than sock.

Hats were not baseball caps, but made of straw with a wide brim to keep the sun

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Jan

06

Posted by : Staff Reports | On : January 6, 2012

I begin this with my great, great, great-grandfather, Elisha Hazell. Elisha was born in Culpepper County, Virginia in 1764. He and a cousin, Ignatius Hazell, joined the St. Mary’s County Maryland Militia during the Revolutionary War. After the war, Elisha and Ignatius decided to move to Kentucky. They loaded their belongings and families; both of them had children, Elisha a son, John N. Hazell and Ignatius a daughter, Mary Hazell.

They followed the Shenandoah Valley south, skirting the southern part of West Virginia and entering into Kentucky. Coming to Green County in south central Kentucky, the decided to settle there.

In the spring of 1826, John N. Hazell died. He did not live to see his first son

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Dec

19

Posted by : Staff Reports | On : December 19, 2011

By Buddy Hazell

Every now and then, someone will ask me if I was raised in Malakoff. I always respond by saying, “No, we came here in 1973. We have left Malakoff several times, but for some reason, God keeps bringing us back.” Some of my dates may be a little off, but what’s a year or two among friends? Here is my story:

I had been preaching for about two years, when I received a phone call asking if I would come to Malakoff and preach in view of a call. My first thought was, “God hasn’t called me to be a Foreign Missionary.” I thought Malakoff was in Russia. I quickly

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Dec

09

Posted by : Staff Reports | On : December 9, 2011

By Buddy Hazell

Thirteen years old and I am locked in this old jail. It is hot and dark in here and I am wondering if anyone is going to come and let me out.
Now let me explain:

Rockdale, Texas was founded in 1873, and in 1875 they had a need for a jail. The town’s marshal, Peter Ledbetter, happened to walk into the bank one afternoon and interrupt a robbery. Three men were robbing the bank. One of the men turned and shot Marshal Ledbetter in the shoulder and the marshal returned fire, killing

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Dec

02

Posted by : Staff Reports | On : December 2, 2011

By Buddy Hazell

Shortly after the American Revolutionary War, five men and their families settled in the “Valley of East Tennessee.” There were: Hugh Watson and his son Patrick Watson, John Long, William Porter and William Wallace. Patrick Watson

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Nov

23

Posted by : Staff Reports | On : November 23, 2011

By Buddy Hazell

When was the last time you saw some kids in a bar-ditch or an old pond crawfishing? Has the age of electronics taken all the fun and joy of growing up from our kids? Our kids today don’t know the excitement of luring a big old Red Pincher out of his hole. Kids today have to have expensive toys, elementary school kids all have iPods, cell phones and computers; they have never had the sense of pride

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Nov

17

Posted by : Staff Reports | On : November 17, 2011

By Buddy Hazell

Uncle Emory was not really my uncle; he was my Dad’s first cousin. If you have read my book, and read my salvation experience, Uncle Emory was the elderly man who knelt behind me and prayed this word-for-word prayer, “Speak to Him Jesus,” “Speak to Him Jesus”, over and over.

I call him “Uncle,” because when I was a kid, we were taught not to call our elders by

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Nov

11

Posted by : Staff Reports | On : November 11, 2011

By Buddy Hazell

I was about 14 years old and was staying with Dave and Nettie for the summer. R.E.A. Had made it possible for people in rural Milam County to have electricity and telephone service. Dave signed up for both and it wasn’t long before trucks and men began setting poles for the light wires, but the telephone service would come later.

The light company sent a man out to wire the house, and because the house was built with logs, the wiring was all exposed with pull-string switches. As soon as the man finished the wiring, Nettie made Dave go to town and buy an electric refrigerator. Nettie thought this refrigerator was made in Heaven. She could keep milk, eggs and butter cold in the summertime, and no more putting these things in the well bucket and lowering them

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Nov

04

Posted by : Staff Reports | On : November 4, 2011

Everyone knows someone who is famous. I want to share several people from my past that “Made it Big.” Some of these you will readily recognize and perhaps not, but I have some fond memories of each of them.

Hank Lockin was a country singer who had a radio show every Saturday morning on radio station KLEE in downtown Houston. I would ride the streetcar into town every Saturday to sit in the studio as he sang. We soon became friends and he inspired me to sing, in spite of my stuttering.

Dan Rather and I went through school together, and at Reagan High School in Houston we

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