Jimmy Reed

[em]Jimmy Reed is an Oxford, Mississippi resident, Ole Miss and Delta State University alumnus, Vietnam Era Army Veteran, former Mississippi Delta cotton farmer and ginner, author, and retired college teacher. Other books by Jimmy Reed include [strong]The Jaybird Tales[/strong]. Copies, including personalized autographs, can be reserved by notifying the author via email (.(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)).[/em]

Most Recent Articles by Jimmy Reed:

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The Hardest Part December 28, 2020
During my teaching career, my New Year’s resolution was to teach students what Jaybird taught me. When facing difficult tasks, do this first: the hardest part

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Bawl, Boy, Bawl December 21, 2020
“To the Lord, the voices of His children lifted in praise and joy are beautiful, no matter how they sound to others, so keep doing what Smith said you do: Bawl, boy, bawl.”

On The Inside December 11, 2020
She was beautiful where it really counts: on the inside.

Thou Art November 30, 2020
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil … Thou art with me….

I closed my eyes, bowed my head, and made a confession to myself and to the God who made that little boy and me: I take too much for granted; I’m not thankful enough.

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Adieu, Mr. Lu November 2, 2020
That demon claimed Mr. Lu. Not long after he was last seen, duck hunters found his body floating in the slough, with several quarts of Falstaff in the deep pockets of his coat. He died alone, but not forgotten by those of us who knew him. He was a ch

The challenge was great; the God-given courage, greater

I realized that acts of love and kindness, however small, are never wasted, and in due time are reciprocated, not just between people, but also between people and animals

Discouragement is the death of attitude, and as Jaybird always said: Positive attitudes achieve positive outcomes

In the Delta, Thaddo Rathbone was known as a “tush hog” — a term applied only to the meanest of the mean

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Let Us Never Forget September 11, 2020
My fellow Americans, I became you; you became me. On that tragic day we became one: Let us never forget

Watching them fade into the distance, clanking mugs together in a toast, I thought to myself … the likes of them are not to be found on this earth: those terrifying, terrible, Transylvanian troglodytes

The Penitent Plum Poacher August 22, 2020
I must love Him, but fear His wrath. Heading home, I reflected on what I became that day: the penitent plum poacher

When the fires of desire and determination are lit, young people can conquer defeatist attitudes

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ATM Mayhem August 3, 2020
Never again do I want to experience that palpitating panic predicament that almost sent this geriatric geezer to a crematory urn: ATM mayhem

To the very end, he was what he always was: Atlas, the attacking Airedale

Big-O-O-Oh! July 13, 2020
From that day to this, whenever I think of that lure, all I can say is: “Big-O-O-Oh!”

What Coach taught me was a life lesson

“God bless America, my home, sweet home: Peanut Pearl’s perfect paradise.”

Dad looked at his prize dog, at his sniffling son, at his wife, at his cotton pickers and tractors sitting idle, and shaking his head in total disgust, all he could think to say was: “Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy!”

Dragline Daredevils May 15, 2020
Mississippi Delta cotton fields


Ophelia Oink April 25, 2020
In poise, manners, coquettishness, and etiquette, no other porcine of stunning pulchritude could outdo Miss Oink

Hattie’s Haymaker April 15, 2020
Hatcher needed no more persuasion than what he rightfully earned: Hattie’s haymaker.

“Avoid fights, but when you can’t, instead of turning coward, deliver a sinkin’ lick”

Largemouth bass, Fishing


You Might Not Get There March 6, 2020
“Be careful if you don’t know where you’re going. Otherwise: You might not get there.”

“You got suckered, boy. Now we both know what caught you: the patented, pink, plastic, pearly-eyed wobbler.”

Today Was Yo’ Day February 15, 2020
When the dust finally settled, those witnessing the disaster crept closer, and peering through shattered glass, saw four men, pale as ghosts, clinging to each other