“Coffee is a language in itself.”

— Jackie Chan

The nominations are in, the votes are counted. And your favorite mug is…

After my Aug. 13 column on “Our Favorite Mugs,” I asked you to tell me about your favorite coffee mug. Some of you complied — not an overwhelming response, but enough for a contest.

Among those who sent notes and photos of their favorite mugs were Susan Wells, who wrote about her three favorite mugs, “Each reminds me of who I am. Love being a Mom. Love Disney. Love our lab mutt Shelby, who passed away.” She said he loved all her many vacation mugs.

Laura Smith, of Jacksonville, wrote about a friend she didn’t want to identify who “has so many coffee mugs there’s no way to count them. They are hanging on one whole wall in his kitchen, over all the cabinets, on a whole countertop, on the window sills in the enclosed back porch, all over the floor in the dining room…” She said he looks for a special coffee mug from each place he travels. “I’ve been the recipient of a few,” she said.

Ruth Stankewit boasted of her “special group of mugs from our grandchildren.” Most contain photos, and she rotates through them. But her “go to” mug has no photo and came from her first granddaughter. It’s navy with hand-painted white dots arranged in a triangular pattern with a row of white dots near the rim.” The word “Oma” is painted in cursive near the handle, she said. Ruth’s granddaughter learned to talk in Heidelberg, Germany, and “that’s how I became ‘Oma’ to our nine grandchildren. Mugs bring wonderful memories,” she said. and sipping from one is much more enjoyable than from a china cup.”

Several others wrote or called, but didn’t want me to publish their stories, so I won’t.

But Brooks Doughtie, of Tyler, recalled that back in the ‘70s and ‘80s a group of Jacksonville businessmen met for coffee and solving world problems at the local Whataburger.

“That fine place had a P.R. week,” he said. “Coffee was five cents and you keep the special-occasion cup — brown and orange plastic and featuring the Indian-head nickel design. The cup and I are still together and inseparable.” Brooks, I haven’t seen your cup, but I would like to.

So, who is the winner and wins a cup of coffee at Brady’s Coffee Shop? I’ll take the easy way out and select all four of you. Brooks, Susan, Laura and Ruth… I’ll send you a note and see if we can agree on a time one of these mornings in the near future.

A few other recent columns spawned some comments worth sharing. Several of you called or wrote about “Route 66 and the Lost Bridge.”

Corky Willins grew up in Miami, Oklahoma, on Route 66. “All my relatives are still there,” she said. “It was a good place to grow up. I went to Miami High School and “floor boarded” my car to the KuKu Burger every day for lunch as did all of my friends, of course, without our parents’ permission or knowledge. That was “40-some odd years ago, and the burgers have just gotten better.” Corky has lived in Tyler for three decades now but writes that “I still have to have my KuKu Burger fix when I’m in Miami.” Corky encouraged me to “keep exploring and writing,” but said she would “say hi to the Spook Light for me.”

Bob Blankenship called to say he grew up close to Catoosa. The Route 66 column “brought back good memories,” he said. “Thank you.”

A few readers commented on the column about Scotland’s independence referendum, which takes place tomorrow.

Donna Freeman, of Palestine, wrote “the (Focal Point) columns often bring me pleasure, and always make me think. The column about Scotland in the (Sept. 10) edition gave me goose bumps with my morning coffee even though I claim no Scottish heritage.

We’ll see what Scotland’s electorate decides tomorrow.

To everyone who cares about such things, thanks for reading, and thanks for your comments.


Dave Berry is editor of the Tyler Morning Telegraph. His Focal Point column runs every Wednesday in the My Generation section. In coming weeks, I’ll tell you about the mysterious contents of an envelope my father brought back from the war, what your handshake might be saying about you, discoveries on the Derry Walls and mysterious voices inside the White House Ruins. And a few of you are still pestering me to write about learning to fly on the tractor. Soon.


Recent Stories You Might Have Missed