By DANNY MINTON Nicola Sacco was an Italian immigrant shoemaker and night watchman. Bartolomeo Vanzetti was an Italian immigrant fishmonger. The two found themselves tied to the anarchist, Luigi Galleani. You’ve probably never heard of these men since they lived in the U.S. almost a century ago.  In the 1920s, they were on trial for the murder of a paymaster

By DANNY MINTON “After having dug to a depth of 10 feet last year, New York scientists found traces of copper wire dating back 100 years and concluded that their ancestors already had a telephone network more than 100 years ago. Not to be outdone by the New Yorkers, an archaeologist dug to a depth of 20 feet in California in

By DANNY MINTON Browsing through a scrapbook of World War I that belonged to my great-grandmother, I came across a poem from 1916 by a young British soldier named Leslie Coulson. The poem expressed a little of the loneliness and longing to be back home and out of harm’s way. “When I Come Home” When I come home and leave

By DANNY MINTON I opened the Houston Post in July of 1993, looking for the obituary of my father-in-law. While browsing the page, I discovered a small personal obituary in the bottom corner of the page. The note contained few words, and there were no pictures. I don’t remember the exact words, but the message remains with me even today.

By DANNY MINTON Tradition in Texas History states that Sam Houston addressed his men on April 19, 1836, as they prepared for the “Battle of San Jacinto” with the words “Remember the Alamo.” Many of his men had friends in the battle at San Antonio and were anxious to take revenge. A little over a hundred years later, there would

By DANNY MINTON May 9, 2021, marked what would have been the 100th birthday for Sophia Magdalena Scholl. Sophia and her brother, Hans, died on February 22, 1943, beheaded for treason against the Nazi government. She was only 21 years old.  Sophia was a student attending the University of Munich, where she discovered leaflets that her brother and others had

By DANNY MINTON I never played much basketball in school. I believe I played in Junior High but spent most of the time on the bench. In sixth grade, two players didn’t make the team. I was one. You might think it’s because I was only about five feet tall back then, but you’d be wrong. I didn’t play because

By DANNY MINTON A teacher once told a story of the indomitable spirit of one of her students who had left his lunch at home, broken the zipper on his snowsuit, fallen and ripped his trousers, scraped his knee on the playground, and finally took a headlong plunge down the stairs during a fire drill. As the teacher was picking

By DANNY MINTON Going through my files, I came across this conversation between an attorney and an old farmer.A farmer walked into an attorney’s office want to file for a divorce.The attorney asked, “May I help you?”The farmer said, “Yeah, I want to get one of them dayvorces.”The attorney said, “Well, do you have any grounds?”The farmer said, “Yeah, I