Growing up in Dallas we moved a lot. The reasons were not often good, which resulted in me having very few childhood memories. Yet there was one that still comes to mind. It was about greyhounds chasing jackrabbits.
There were 10 kids in my mother’s family and they all lived in Mabank on a farm where Hwy 175 and Cedar Creek Lake now connect. Three of my uncles had a hankering for rabbit stew and wo…
