In 1916, a young girl started a new hobby, which was the collection of wise-sounding statements and philosophic proclamations. She insisted that her son should continue her hobby, and he did. I even agreed with her that I would, one day, publish them in book format so the rest of the world could enjoy them as much as we did. Well, the time is now, and this is the book that she always wanted to write yet never did. She preferred that I, a budding newspaper man, should have the honor. In 2013, I finally got around to publishing all these collected testimonials. Some of which are more than one hundred years old and even beyond, since some were already old when she first wrote them down on bits of paper. Mom died in 2002, a proud woman of ninety-two. And I wish beyond all else that she could sit in her porch swing at 125 Combs Street in Hazard, Kentucky, and read some of her fondest memories that Trafford Press has kindly agreed to publish. I know that she is in heaven and probably teaching other urbane angels how it was in the hill country way back then. Thanks, Mom. Your old sayings helped to make me the man that I am.