As Lamar County resident Phyllis Brumley puts it, canning fruits and vegetables is “a dying art.” However, at her home, the artform is very much alive and well. 

I’m working on a novel that takes place in the 1870s, and involves buffalo, or hide hunters. Halfway through the manuscript, I wrote a sentence that took me back to my larval stages in the mid-1960s, when my Uncle Bill gave me a deer hide.

Since it’s the Fourth of July weekend, I recalled those days back when I was a kid in the 1960s, swallowed by summer and inundated by commercials and marketing. This time of the year, the kids on our street often gathered at our house during the day, sometimes playing an endless game of Mono…