8-2-08...OLD REFERS
It is 105 here today and I got to thinking about all the hot summers in the late 40's and early 50's. Brenda and I roamed the area around our homes with ease never thinking it was hot. The refers then were not self defrost like they are now. All the refers then had those metal ice trays with the pull handle to open and get the cubes out. We were going to fix us a glass of kool aid and had gotten that dad burned cranky tray open. I said Brenda I've got a good idea. Yeaw What? she said. Lets dump this ice out and pour in some kool aid and make us some purple kool aid cubes to chew on. Oh Yeaw that would be so good. We didn't know at the time that our idea was already being used. We thought we thought it up our selves. We poured the koolaid in the tray. Didn't even think about having to carry it over and getting on the stool to be able to set it in the freezer. Auntie was out in the garden working and My Mama had our Brothers so we wouldn't want to disturb them to ask, now would we? Nosireee. We were good girls. I climbed up on the stool and said Brenda carry it over here and hand it up to me. Well Brenda was and still is a klutz. I shoulda' known better than to trust her with that job. Here she come spilling purple all over her and the floor. She finally got there with some left in the tray. I said Brenda Why can't you do anything. Look at that mess. Well I sat the tray in the freezer spilling some but not much. Frost was built up in the freezer and it sure looked pretty turning purple. But right now Brenda we better get this mess cleaned up which we did very well if I say so myself. Yep, we knew how to clean up messes. Brenda ran and got on the stool to check our freezer pops. Brenda, Silly, You know they are not frozen yet. CLYDDDEEENNNEEE. Brenda hollered. Look at the mess you made in Mama's freezer. How in the world are weagonna' clean this up? I ran over and got on the stool with her and there was that pretty purple frost. Hey Brenda I've got an idea. Lets lick it off. Hey yeaw that's a good idea she said. GOT THE PICTURE?! Needless to say both of our tongues stuck tight to that freezer bottom. And Boy do I mean tight. We couldn't even scream and it was burning and hurting like heck. Well You know we had great parents who always came to rescue us. My Auntie came in the kitchen door right then carrying a big box of veggies. WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU TWO DOING!!!!! Well shoot fire Auntie we can't talk, we can't even move. It didn't take her long to figure it out and she unplugged the refer and started pouring cold water on the bottom under our tongues. Warm water freezes faster don't ya know. I'm not sure how long it took but I do know we ate cold soup for several days afterward. And I do know that our bottoms were just as sore as our tongues. Next time we will ask. Our Parents were upset more about our poor tongues than they were about what we did. We found that out years later. Why didn't they tell us then for goodness sake. We would nota' had to suffer near as much now would we? Like I said before. We had the greatest Parents God ever made. YEP WE DID!!!!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
HOBOS
8-01-08...HOBOS
We lived right by a RR track when I was growing up. The crossing was only a small distance from our house and there was a train came by around midnight. It would start the whistle just in front of our house and it would blow until it got to the crossing. Boy did Brenda and I have fun with that if we had company who were not farmiliar with that procedure. Scared the pants off them! There were Hobo's who walked the track all the time then. They would stop at our house and ask for food and water. They always got it. We were not a bit afraid of them. In those days no one locked doors. We just went to sleep with no worry. Sure is different now. Anyway one night we had a friend staying all night with us. She had never been there before so Of course we planned to scare her big time. We had done it to others but this was a snooty cousin of ours from the city (she called it a city but it was just a small town. Little snot nosed smart elec) we really wanted to get her good and proper so we planned the event for several days and come up with a neato' plan. We thought! We decided to get Pricilla( yep Prissy silly) outside before the train came and scare her spitless then threaten her about what we would do if she told. We stayed awake because we were so used to the noise we never even heard it anymore. Prissy silly' went to sleep. Brenda was and still is a sleep hard head. Couldn't wake her with a bomb once she was asleep so I had a big job keeping her awake. Everytime I realized she was driftin' off I'd nudge her very gently with a open diaper pin. When she would jump and start to holler I'd put my hand over her mouth and nose to stiffle it down. Clydene you better quit or Ima' gonna' tell! Shut up Brenda and be quiet. Your a gonna' wake Prissy Silly. That was quiet an ordeal. My gosh I sure was havin' to work hard to pull this one off. Well at just the right time I woke Prissy silly and told her we were going out to pee' so come on. I don't have to go. Well if you don't go now we are not goin' with you when you need to go. She came but she had to have her robe and fuzzy silly slippers. We were beginnin' to think we'd never get the little smart elec' out. Well we did get her out just as the train started that mournful whistle. Sounded like all the demons were coming and Prissy Silly just went berserk, banana's and crazy all rolled in to one. We had done it YAAHOOO! But now wait a minute, not so fast, somethin' was certainly not right here! Remember, I told you about those hobo's? We we never figured that one would be bedded down in the grass on the other side of the fence. Nope never knew they done' that, Nope, sure didn't know that. He raised up when Prissy silly was screamin' like a hyena and we all saw him. We all started screamin' and hollerin' and tryin' to run and just succeeded in going to the ground in a big heap, scrambled to get up and got all tangled up in Prissy Silly's robe with the pink tassles that matched her fuzzy pink slippers. Prissy Silly had long pink fingernails and they were thrashing the heck outta' us. Let me get hold of her, I guarantee you she won't have any more fingernails, Brenda. Well Brenda was screaming and crying and scratching too and lucky for me her fingernails were worn down just like mine. Mama and Daddy came running out and I heard Brenda's Mama and Daddy a comin' through the pasture just a hollering. Wanna' know what they were hollering, Huh Do Ya? What have they done now?!!! Well that wasn't nice now was it. We coulda been hurt. We all quited down only to hear such moaning and groaning comin' from over by the track. We had scared that old man so bad he had got up and run. With the train going by he was blown back down in the weeds which in that spot was a blackberry vine. GET THE PICTURE? Now what we didn't know at the time was Daddy had told him he could sleep there. He was old and Mama had fed him that afternoon. We got over our scare of him and started gettin' scared of the peach tree limb. We always went out at night to use the BR and we weren't scared of the old Hobo. We knew him almost like family. He was through there often but Prissy Silly had us so worked up. Her screaming coulda' woke the dead we thought. We we taken in and our scratches were doctored and we were put to bed. But We Knew, Oh yep we knew. Morning was comin' and we kinda figured what was gonna' happen'. Well it sure did happen. We were expectin' it and knew we deserved it but this time it was a tough pill to swaller' cause' Prissy Silly got to watch and then of all things, we had to tell her we were sorry and give her a hug. "PSHEW" That was nasty. Yep, that one backfired on us. And our Parents made us feel so sorry for what we had done to that old hobo. But now fellin' sorry for Prissy Silly was just too much for us to swallow. Nope, We never did feel sorry for her. She had it comin' Don't Ya Think?????
We lived right by a RR track when I was growing up. The crossing was only a small distance from our house and there was a train came by around midnight. It would start the whistle just in front of our house and it would blow until it got to the crossing. Boy did Brenda and I have fun with that if we had company who were not farmiliar with that procedure. Scared the pants off them! There were Hobo's who walked the track all the time then. They would stop at our house and ask for food and water. They always got it. We were not a bit afraid of them. In those days no one locked doors. We just went to sleep with no worry. Sure is different now. Anyway one night we had a friend staying all night with us. She had never been there before so Of course we planned to scare her big time. We had done it to others but this was a snooty cousin of ours from the city (she called it a city but it was just a small town. Little snot nosed smart elec) we really wanted to get her good and proper so we planned the event for several days and come up with a neato' plan. We thought! We decided to get Pricilla( yep Prissy silly) outside before the train came and scare her spitless then threaten her about what we would do if she told. We stayed awake because we were so used to the noise we never even heard it anymore. Prissy silly' went to sleep. Brenda was and still is a sleep hard head. Couldn't wake her with a bomb once she was asleep so I had a big job keeping her awake. Everytime I realized she was driftin' off I'd nudge her very gently with a open diaper pin. When she would jump and start to holler I'd put my hand over her mouth and nose to stiffle it down. Clydene you better quit or Ima' gonna' tell! Shut up Brenda and be quiet. Your a gonna' wake Prissy Silly. That was quiet an ordeal. My gosh I sure was havin' to work hard to pull this one off. Well at just the right time I woke Prissy silly and told her we were going out to pee' so come on. I don't have to go. Well if you don't go now we are not goin' with you when you need to go. She came but she had to have her robe and fuzzy silly slippers. We were beginnin' to think we'd never get the little smart elec' out. Well we did get her out just as the train started that mournful whistle. Sounded like all the demons were coming and Prissy Silly just went berserk, banana's and crazy all rolled in to one. We had done it YAAHOOO! But now wait a minute, not so fast, somethin' was certainly not right here! Remember, I told you about those hobo's? We we never figured that one would be bedded down in the grass on the other side of the fence. Nope never knew they done' that, Nope, sure didn't know that. He raised up when Prissy silly was screamin' like a hyena and we all saw him. We all started screamin' and hollerin' and tryin' to run and just succeeded in going to the ground in a big heap, scrambled to get up and got all tangled up in Prissy Silly's robe with the pink tassles that matched her fuzzy pink slippers. Prissy Silly had long pink fingernails and they were thrashing the heck outta' us. Let me get hold of her, I guarantee you she won't have any more fingernails, Brenda. Well Brenda was screaming and crying and scratching too and lucky for me her fingernails were worn down just like mine. Mama and Daddy came running out and I heard Brenda's Mama and Daddy a comin' through the pasture just a hollering. Wanna' know what they were hollering, Huh Do Ya? What have they done now?!!! Well that wasn't nice now was it. We coulda been hurt. We all quited down only to hear such moaning and groaning comin' from over by the track. We had scared that old man so bad he had got up and run. With the train going by he was blown back down in the weeds which in that spot was a blackberry vine. GET THE PICTURE? Now what we didn't know at the time was Daddy had told him he could sleep there. He was old and Mama had fed him that afternoon. We got over our scare of him and started gettin' scared of the peach tree limb. We always went out at night to use the BR and we weren't scared of the old Hobo. We knew him almost like family. He was through there often but Prissy Silly had us so worked up. Her screaming coulda' woke the dead we thought. We we taken in and our scratches were doctored and we were put to bed. But We Knew, Oh yep we knew. Morning was comin' and we kinda figured what was gonna' happen'. Well it sure did happen. We were expectin' it and knew we deserved it but this time it was a tough pill to swaller' cause' Prissy Silly got to watch and then of all things, we had to tell her we were sorry and give her a hug. "PSHEW" That was nasty. Yep, that one backfired on us. And our Parents made us feel so sorry for what we had done to that old hobo. But now fellin' sorry for Prissy Silly was just too much for us to swallow. Nope, We never did feel sorry for her. She had it comin' Don't Ya Think?????
A TRIP BACK IN TIME
7-28-08...A TRIP BACK IN TIME
I just haven't been up to snuff lately. Not feeling well and getting depressed about it. I have always found laughing at things make them better but just couldn't get in a laughing mood. How stupid of me. All I needed to do was take me a little trip down memory lane to get myself back on track.
I got to thinking about the day Brenda and I dumped the cows water cause' we were mad at my Auntie. Now I can't for the life of me remember what we were mad at her about. It musta' been bad cause' we were very mad at her I know that.
Brenda's dad had a cow Ol' Pet who was in our pasture at the time. There was no pond so they came down and drew water from our well and filled a wash tub for the cow to drink. It was hard work. Auntie was doing it that day and Brenda and I were watching her, all the time whispering things about her in each others ears. BOY! Were we mad. She had to draw a bucket of water, walk over to the fence, pour it in, then come back, draw another bucket, go back, pour it in and do that till' the tub was full. Hard work and the weather was hot. We sat there like the little Angels that we were till' Auntie went back through the pasture to her house. We had whispered and whispered and got ourselves into one big tizzy' of a madder than a hornet mad. I said, Brenda lets pour out that ol' water. That'll show her. Yep that'll sure show her Brenda said. We ran over and crawled under the fence. Brenda, You get here and I'll get there and we'll both push at the same time. OK lets do it. Well we Huffed and we puffed but the tub was so heavy it wouldn't budge. What'll we do now Brenda said. Don't know Brenda let me think. (she never helped me think) OK, here's what we do, we get the bucket and pour out one at a time. That shouldn't take long. I went first of course and succeded in pouring half a bucket of water all over me but it was out of the tub wasn't it. Brenda took her turn and did about the same thing but we were on a roll now. At least we were till' my Mama hollered from the kitchen window. You girls get out of that water right now. She thought we were just playing in the water. If she'da known what we were up to all of us woulda been saved from later problems. But she didn't sooo. Soon as she was outta' sight we went back to our work. Boy did we ever work hard. I guess getting madder' than a hornet puts you in gear. I don't know how long we worked at that but I do know I wouldn't want to do it right now. Work is work don't ya know. When we got enough of it out then we were able to tip the tub over and dump the rest. The tub tipped over on a rock and that made one heck of a racket which brought my Mama running out. Now we had us a lot of explaining to do which we tried hard to do to no avail. See Mama knew we were mad at Auntie so she already had it figured out. She hollered, (we were in hollering distance between the two houses) told Auntie to Come here a minute and we knew the jig was up. When Auntie got there I don't think she had a hard time figureing it out either. Our Mama's were really smart that way. Why would you girls do that to poor ol' Pet now she is thirsty? (I guess that was reverse phycholigy (Make em feel guilty) and it worked, we did feel sorry for ol' Pet but we were still mad at Auntie. We thought we had really gotten back at her and It just served her right, the ol' mean woman. Set that tub up girls Auntie said, which we did. We were beginning to feel a little better toward Auntie right now. She seemed to be taking it pretty good wasn't acting mad at all. Well girls the tub has to be refilled now don't it. Oh yes Auntie we sure don't want ol' Pet to get thirsty. Boy this was easy. We thought we were gonna' really get it for this one. Auntie and Mama each got a bucket, walked to the well, took turns drawing a bucket of water, put half in each bucket and said come here girls!!! We knew we couldn't draw a bucket of water we were not strong enough to do that yet. So what were they gonna' do now. Go get a switch each they said. Oh my goodness mercy sakes alive what in the world are they doing Brenda? I don't know, maybe we should run. Nope I done that before, don't work I said. We gathered our switches and took them back to our Mama's. Now girls, each of you will bend over and pick up a bucket and go pour it in the tub and bring it back here. We didn't hardly know what to think then but we bent over to get the bucket and Boy did we find out!! When we bent over our legs were stripped with the switch. Mama! That will kill us if we get a stripe for every bucket I said ,and Brenda said yeaw that's gonna take us a long time. well you should have thought of that when you dumped it out they both said together!!! Oh My oh My Oh My we started crying and begging and making all kinds of promices and those two just said. Get going. Of course we only had to do it three times but we were so scared after the third time the lesson was learned. we felt so bad after that for our Mama's. They had to fill that tub back up and it was a hard job, we should know shouldn't we. We learned more than one lesson that day. I still feel the shame when I think what we did. But of course it didn't stop us from getting into mischief. We were, though, careful not to do anything that would hurt our parents in that way again. We had good Parents and we loved them, and we both miss them terribly now. They were the best. YEP THE VERY BEST!!!!!
I just haven't been up to snuff lately. Not feeling well and getting depressed about it. I have always found laughing at things make them better but just couldn't get in a laughing mood. How stupid of me. All I needed to do was take me a little trip down memory lane to get myself back on track.
I got to thinking about the day Brenda and I dumped the cows water cause' we were mad at my Auntie. Now I can't for the life of me remember what we were mad at her about. It musta' been bad cause' we were very mad at her I know that.
Brenda's dad had a cow Ol' Pet who was in our pasture at the time. There was no pond so they came down and drew water from our well and filled a wash tub for the cow to drink. It was hard work. Auntie was doing it that day and Brenda and I were watching her, all the time whispering things about her in each others ears. BOY! Were we mad. She had to draw a bucket of water, walk over to the fence, pour it in, then come back, draw another bucket, go back, pour it in and do that till' the tub was full. Hard work and the weather was hot. We sat there like the little Angels that we were till' Auntie went back through the pasture to her house. We had whispered and whispered and got ourselves into one big tizzy' of a madder than a hornet mad. I said, Brenda lets pour out that ol' water. That'll show her. Yep that'll sure show her Brenda said. We ran over and crawled under the fence. Brenda, You get here and I'll get there and we'll both push at the same time. OK lets do it. Well we Huffed and we puffed but the tub was so heavy it wouldn't budge. What'll we do now Brenda said. Don't know Brenda let me think. (she never helped me think) OK, here's what we do, we get the bucket and pour out one at a time. That shouldn't take long. I went first of course and succeded in pouring half a bucket of water all over me but it was out of the tub wasn't it. Brenda took her turn and did about the same thing but we were on a roll now. At least we were till' my Mama hollered from the kitchen window. You girls get out of that water right now. She thought we were just playing in the water. If she'da known what we were up to all of us woulda been saved from later problems. But she didn't sooo. Soon as she was outta' sight we went back to our work. Boy did we ever work hard. I guess getting madder' than a hornet puts you in gear. I don't know how long we worked at that but I do know I wouldn't want to do it right now. Work is work don't ya know. When we got enough of it out then we were able to tip the tub over and dump the rest. The tub tipped over on a rock and that made one heck of a racket which brought my Mama running out. Now we had us a lot of explaining to do which we tried hard to do to no avail. See Mama knew we were mad at Auntie so she already had it figured out. She hollered, (we were in hollering distance between the two houses) told Auntie to Come here a minute and we knew the jig was up. When Auntie got there I don't think she had a hard time figureing it out either. Our Mama's were really smart that way. Why would you girls do that to poor ol' Pet now she is thirsty? (I guess that was reverse phycholigy (Make em feel guilty) and it worked, we did feel sorry for ol' Pet but we were still mad at Auntie. We thought we had really gotten back at her and It just served her right, the ol' mean woman. Set that tub up girls Auntie said, which we did. We were beginning to feel a little better toward Auntie right now. She seemed to be taking it pretty good wasn't acting mad at all. Well girls the tub has to be refilled now don't it. Oh yes Auntie we sure don't want ol' Pet to get thirsty. Boy this was easy. We thought we were gonna' really get it for this one. Auntie and Mama each got a bucket, walked to the well, took turns drawing a bucket of water, put half in each bucket and said come here girls!!! We knew we couldn't draw a bucket of water we were not strong enough to do that yet. So what were they gonna' do now. Go get a switch each they said. Oh my goodness mercy sakes alive what in the world are they doing Brenda? I don't know, maybe we should run. Nope I done that before, don't work I said. We gathered our switches and took them back to our Mama's. Now girls, each of you will bend over and pick up a bucket and go pour it in the tub and bring it back here. We didn't hardly know what to think then but we bent over to get the bucket and Boy did we find out!! When we bent over our legs were stripped with the switch. Mama! That will kill us if we get a stripe for every bucket I said ,and Brenda said yeaw that's gonna take us a long time. well you should have thought of that when you dumped it out they both said together!!! Oh My oh My Oh My we started crying and begging and making all kinds of promices and those two just said. Get going. Of course we only had to do it three times but we were so scared after the third time the lesson was learned. we felt so bad after that for our Mama's. They had to fill that tub back up and it was a hard job, we should know shouldn't we. We learned more than one lesson that day. I still feel the shame when I think what we did. But of course it didn't stop us from getting into mischief. We were, though, careful not to do anything that would hurt our parents in that way again. We had good Parents and we loved them, and we both miss them terribly now. They were the best. YEP THE VERY BEST!!!!!
STILL HONERY
7-25-08...STILL HONERY
Brenda and I could always get ourselves into messes. Still can if we see each other. She lives 300 mi. away and I sure miss her bad sometimes. When we talk on the phone it is always for hours. I talked to her today and she told me something I had forgotten. This happened when we were twelve and we sure enough knew better by then.
I was spending the night at Brenda's. Our Parents had gone to visit my Aunt and uncle and we didn't want to go. Auntie left Brenda's older sister in charge of us. She was 16 and should have been more responsible. Auntie had a bushell of grapes on the porch. She was going to can them the next day. Our friend Travis who was 11 had told us that his Dad made wine in their cellar out of grapes. He said his Dad cooked grapes, put in some sugar and some cake yeast, the only kind there was at the time. We decided we would just make some. Oh Lord, Yes we did!! By then we knew very well how to clean our mess up so there was no problem there. We cooked the whole grapes till they were mushy, put in a bunch of sugar and half a pound cake of yeast and cooked it some more. I don't know why Tut ( her name was Yvonne but we all called her Tut and don't ask me why) didn't come out of her bedroom when that smell started but she didn't. Smelled sorta' good but also sorta' bad. We got some of Auntie's canning jars and caps and sealed that stuff up. We cleaned up our mess real good, we were experts at that now. But Brenda, what do we do with the wine now? We can't drink it. Well she said I've got one dresser drawer that is mine and we can put it in there. Which we did. Right in there went 3 pints of beautiful purple juice. We hid it under Brenda's underwear. We had no idea what we were supposed to do now so We'd just wait and ask Travis when we see him. Well that turned out just fine for a change. We didn't get caught and no one would ever know. OH Boy were We Ever Wrong!!! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
About a week later I was again spending the night with Brenda and we had forgot all about our wine making. We hadn't got caught or made a big mess so it sure didn't seem like a big thing anymore. Not as much fun, if you know what I mean. Well we were asleep when we heard something. Sounded like a gun might have fired in the woods so we went back to sleep. We heard some more strange noises during the night but that's the way it is in the country at night. A sound carries a long way. Nothing to worry about. Right? Wrong again. The next morning Brenda went to get clean clothes and noticed something funny looking running out of her dresser drawer. Oh Yeaw, You guessed it. She opened it and there in all it's glory was our wine, broken glass and all. Brenda what in the world is that I hollered. Well I don't know she said, Tut is probably up to something. She did pester us a lot. So what did we do but go get Auntie and just told on that hateful Tut. Just look what she did we said. Are you gonna' make her go get a switch? Auntie hollered Tut get in here right now!!! But in the meantime Brenda and I must have had the same thought because Brenda looked at me and said,,,, Oh My God Clydene do you know what that is? well of course I knew what that was but I sure wasn't planning to tell. Brenda You big mouth. How could you be so stupid. Of course then we had to fess' up and tell the whole story and all three of us had to go get a switch. Us for what we had done and Tut for not watching us when she was supposed to have been. All four parents got their turn at us that time and we had to live in antisipation of when each one would take their turn. They made us suffer for a long time over that one. Now was that fair? Of course it was!!!! One more thing. You may be wondering why Auntie hadn't found the jars. Wasn't that way. We all had to fold and put our own clothes away so Auntie had no reason to look in Brenda's drawer. I think Auntie and my Mama both started looking then. Never saw them do it but I know my Mama and My Auntie. YEP!!!
Brenda and I could always get ourselves into messes. Still can if we see each other. She lives 300 mi. away and I sure miss her bad sometimes. When we talk on the phone it is always for hours. I talked to her today and she told me something I had forgotten. This happened when we were twelve and we sure enough knew better by then.
I was spending the night at Brenda's. Our Parents had gone to visit my Aunt and uncle and we didn't want to go. Auntie left Brenda's older sister in charge of us. She was 16 and should have been more responsible. Auntie had a bushell of grapes on the porch. She was going to can them the next day. Our friend Travis who was 11 had told us that his Dad made wine in their cellar out of grapes. He said his Dad cooked grapes, put in some sugar and some cake yeast, the only kind there was at the time. We decided we would just make some. Oh Lord, Yes we did!! By then we knew very well how to clean our mess up so there was no problem there. We cooked the whole grapes till they were mushy, put in a bunch of sugar and half a pound cake of yeast and cooked it some more. I don't know why Tut ( her name was Yvonne but we all called her Tut and don't ask me why) didn't come out of her bedroom when that smell started but she didn't. Smelled sorta' good but also sorta' bad. We got some of Auntie's canning jars and caps and sealed that stuff up. We cleaned up our mess real good, we were experts at that now. But Brenda, what do we do with the wine now? We can't drink it. Well she said I've got one dresser drawer that is mine and we can put it in there. Which we did. Right in there went 3 pints of beautiful purple juice. We hid it under Brenda's underwear. We had no idea what we were supposed to do now so We'd just wait and ask Travis when we see him. Well that turned out just fine for a change. We didn't get caught and no one would ever know. OH Boy were We Ever Wrong!!! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
About a week later I was again spending the night with Brenda and we had forgot all about our wine making. We hadn't got caught or made a big mess so it sure didn't seem like a big thing anymore. Not as much fun, if you know what I mean. Well we were asleep when we heard something. Sounded like a gun might have fired in the woods so we went back to sleep. We heard some more strange noises during the night but that's the way it is in the country at night. A sound carries a long way. Nothing to worry about. Right? Wrong again. The next morning Brenda went to get clean clothes and noticed something funny looking running out of her dresser drawer. Oh Yeaw, You guessed it. She opened it and there in all it's glory was our wine, broken glass and all. Brenda what in the world is that I hollered. Well I don't know she said, Tut is probably up to something. She did pester us a lot. So what did we do but go get Auntie and just told on that hateful Tut. Just look what she did we said. Are you gonna' make her go get a switch? Auntie hollered Tut get in here right now!!! But in the meantime Brenda and I must have had the same thought because Brenda looked at me and said,,,, Oh My God Clydene do you know what that is? well of course I knew what that was but I sure wasn't planning to tell. Brenda You big mouth. How could you be so stupid. Of course then we had to fess' up and tell the whole story and all three of us had to go get a switch. Us for what we had done and Tut for not watching us when she was supposed to have been. All four parents got their turn at us that time and we had to live in antisipation of when each one would take their turn. They made us suffer for a long time over that one. Now was that fair? Of course it was!!!! One more thing. You may be wondering why Auntie hadn't found the jars. Wasn't that way. We all had to fold and put our own clothes away so Auntie had no reason to look in Brenda's drawer. I think Auntie and my Mama both started looking then. Never saw them do it but I know my Mama and My Auntie. YEP!!!
GETTIN READY TO GO
7-24-08...GETTIN READY TO GO
Now, I remember this incident vaguly and Mama and Auntie filled us in on details several times as we got older. My Brother was born when I was four almost five. Brenda's brother was born exactly one year earlier. So I was five at the time this happened and like I said I have vague memories of it. I think Brenda and I were sorta' kinda' jealous of our little brothers. One reason I think that is because I very distincly remember Telling My Daddy to take him back because he was ugly and I don't want him! Didn't take me long to love him though. But this one time I think we were both kinda' aggervated at them because we had to go on a trip to the Dr when they were both sick. No one home to keep us and our parents would never leave us with anyone anyway. Just the CODE of the families or something. It had to be hard on them getting all four of us ready at the same time and we went everywhere together. Don't know why just the way it was. No car so my other Aunt was coming to get us and she was soooo! persnickity Mama said. Brenda and I were first. We got all clean and in our dresses with matching socks and bonnets. No pants and sneakers then. They hadn't even been invented yet. Well I guess we looked like little dolls cause' our Mama's said so. They told us to sit down and don't get dirty till' they got the boys ready. We did just that but it was taking so long we got figity'. we didn't figure it would hurt to go out on the porch where it was cooler now would it!? Couldn't fault us for that. Could You? We sat there like the little dolls we were for what seemed like a long time to us. Later we were told it was only about five minutes till' they came looking for us. Can't say I really believed that then.
Brenda lets go look at the garden. OK. Her Daddy had just ploughed the garden yesterday and it had rained on it. He told us that things would really grow good now so we figured those taters' would be about big enough to eat and wouldn't our Mama's be prowd of us if we got some of them for supper. (I REMEMBER THINKING THAT) We just walked on out there to do just that. The ground was really soft I guess and our little legs were really short and I had a new white dress on. WHOOPS! What tha heck? I remember being scared to death because I couldn't move with my legs up to my hips buried in black mud. "BREEENNNDAAA Help!!! I can't you help me. OH MY OH MY OH MY!!! We're gonna' sink under and no one will find us for a hundret' years!!! Of course you know our Mama's arrived right then carrying our Brothers on their hips and the rucus was on. The boys couldn't be put down and they couldn't come in and help us carrying them. ( I told them we didn't want them boys in the first place) As usual Brenda was right on my heels and she grabbed on and held tight. We were not going to sink more but we sure thought we were. Well, Thank The Good Lord My Aunt Georgia arrived then. She would not come and get us but she would hold the babies so they could. The very Idea. Can't y'all take care of these kids better than that. Told you she was persnikity'! Mama and Auntie waded in and pulled us out. I musta' really been stuck cause' I came out without my shoes. Sid. Brenda's Daddy ,dug them up later. That was the least of our worries though. Guess you know what happened then. Oh sure Peach tree tannin'. I know, I know, We deserved it but I still get a sick stomach when I see black mud. Besides It was all Brenda's fault anyway. Wasn't she a whole seven month's older than me? Little smart elec' shoulda' known better!!!
Now, I remember this incident vaguly and Mama and Auntie filled us in on details several times as we got older. My Brother was born when I was four almost five. Brenda's brother was born exactly one year earlier. So I was five at the time this happened and like I said I have vague memories of it. I think Brenda and I were sorta' kinda' jealous of our little brothers. One reason I think that is because I very distincly remember Telling My Daddy to take him back because he was ugly and I don't want him! Didn't take me long to love him though. But this one time I think we were both kinda' aggervated at them because we had to go on a trip to the Dr when they were both sick. No one home to keep us and our parents would never leave us with anyone anyway. Just the CODE of the families or something. It had to be hard on them getting all four of us ready at the same time and we went everywhere together. Don't know why just the way it was. No car so my other Aunt was coming to get us and she was soooo! persnickity Mama said. Brenda and I were first. We got all clean and in our dresses with matching socks and bonnets. No pants and sneakers then. They hadn't even been invented yet. Well I guess we looked like little dolls cause' our Mama's said so. They told us to sit down and don't get dirty till' they got the boys ready. We did just that but it was taking so long we got figity'. we didn't figure it would hurt to go out on the porch where it was cooler now would it!? Couldn't fault us for that. Could You? We sat there like the little dolls we were for what seemed like a long time to us. Later we were told it was only about five minutes till' they came looking for us. Can't say I really believed that then.
Brenda lets go look at the garden. OK. Her Daddy had just ploughed the garden yesterday and it had rained on it. He told us that things would really grow good now so we figured those taters' would be about big enough to eat and wouldn't our Mama's be prowd of us if we got some of them for supper. (I REMEMBER THINKING THAT) We just walked on out there to do just that. The ground was really soft I guess and our little legs were really short and I had a new white dress on. WHOOPS! What tha heck? I remember being scared to death because I couldn't move with my legs up to my hips buried in black mud. "BREEENNNDAAA Help!!! I can't you help me. OH MY OH MY OH MY!!! We're gonna' sink under and no one will find us for a hundret' years!!! Of course you know our Mama's arrived right then carrying our Brothers on their hips and the rucus was on. The boys couldn't be put down and they couldn't come in and help us carrying them. ( I told them we didn't want them boys in the first place) As usual Brenda was right on my heels and she grabbed on and held tight. We were not going to sink more but we sure thought we were. Well, Thank The Good Lord My Aunt Georgia arrived then. She would not come and get us but she would hold the babies so they could. The very Idea. Can't y'all take care of these kids better than that. Told you she was persnikity'! Mama and Auntie waded in and pulled us out. I musta' really been stuck cause' I came out without my shoes. Sid. Brenda's Daddy ,dug them up later. That was the least of our worries though. Guess you know what happened then. Oh sure Peach tree tannin'. I know, I know, We deserved it but I still get a sick stomach when I see black mud. Besides It was all Brenda's fault anyway. Wasn't she a whole seven month's older than me? Little smart elec' shoulda' known better!!!
OLD BARNS
7-21-08...OLD BARNS
Everyone had a big ol' barn in my neck of the woods when I was growing up. That's where we played and one day that's where we got in a lotta' trouble.
My barn was built out of cross ties off the railroad. We lived right beside the tracks and when The RR CO. put in new ties Daddy drug the ones they took out over using Ol' Dixie, our horse. When there was enough he built the barn. (remind me to tell you some stories about that RR track) But this happened in Brenda's barn. Because it had a loft we played up there. Had lots of things up there to play with, even paper and pencils and cigar boxes of our "secret" stuff. No one ever went up there anymore but there was an old rotten bale of hay that we just loved to sit on.
One day we had been watching my Daddy roll cigarettes with Prince Albert Tobacco out of a red can. We decided we wanted to try that but never could sneak any out of the house. I said Brenda, that tobacco looks just like coffee grounds lets get some coffee and use that. OK she said but what will we use for paper? There was no way to get any of daddy's. I said, lets use paper sack. Yeaw she said. that will work. She got the coffee out of her house and I found a paper sack in the trash and she got a couple of matches. Boy now we were in business. Of course we took our treasures all up to the barn loft.
We sat down on that old bale of hay and proceeded to tear the sack into little strips about the size of cigarette papers. We put the tobacco inside the paper but it wouldn't roll up on the coffee and stay. Well shoot Brenda said, that don't work. I said Brenda Daddy licks the paper so it will stick, that's what we have to do. OK! We each got one ready and started slobbering on the paper. (Remember it came out of the trash?) Something tastes horrible Brenda said as we started spittin' out tobacco and no tellin' what else. Brenda go in the house and ask Auntie for some water to drink and we will wet the paper with that. OK she said. We wet the paper and then poured the coffee in and it rolled up nicely. Now we got it!! We had one match each. Of course I was first, Brenda wouldn't do anything till' she saw me do it. My paper wouldn't light of course. It was too wet and my match went out. Brenda, give me yours and then you can light yours off mine. Which she did!! I held the second match to the coffee cigarette till it burned down to my finger (cigarette still not lit of course) Ouch it's burning I said and dropped the match in the hay that I was sitting on. And that's when the trouble started!!!! The hay caught!! I said brenda take off your dress and beat this out and I did the same. We couldn't make much headway so we took off runnin' for the ladder that would take us out of the loft. Brenda pushed ahead of me. Little smart elec. She always let me go first and she's not gettin' away with this. Why the very idea!!!! I tried to push her back and she fell down the ladder and on the hard floor below. Then she started howlin and moanin'. Brenda shut up someone will hear you. We gotta get outta' here. Brenda's daddy come running in the barn about that time with my Auntie right behind him. He went up the ladder with toe sacks and made short work of thay hay fire. Guess it was only smoldering then. Auntie started to strap our backsides but discovered Brenda was in pain, so she said you get youe butt' home right now and tell your Daddy to bring his car out here. I took off runnin' and she picked Brenda up and took her out to the lane where Daddy picked them up.
Brenda got home later that evening with her arm in a sling. She had a broken collar bone and I had already had my legs stripped with a switch. Brenda was promised the same thing when her arm healed but the little smart elec never got it. I even remineded my Auntie that she was due a licking a couple of times. I'm still mad because she never got her striping. Durn' you Brenda.
Everyone had a big ol' barn in my neck of the woods when I was growing up. That's where we played and one day that's where we got in a lotta' trouble.
My barn was built out of cross ties off the railroad. We lived right beside the tracks and when The RR CO. put in new ties Daddy drug the ones they took out over using Ol' Dixie, our horse. When there was enough he built the barn. (remind me to tell you some stories about that RR track) But this happened in Brenda's barn. Because it had a loft we played up there. Had lots of things up there to play with, even paper and pencils and cigar boxes of our "secret" stuff. No one ever went up there anymore but there was an old rotten bale of hay that we just loved to sit on.
One day we had been watching my Daddy roll cigarettes with Prince Albert Tobacco out of a red can. We decided we wanted to try that but never could sneak any out of the house. I said Brenda, that tobacco looks just like coffee grounds lets get some coffee and use that. OK she said but what will we use for paper? There was no way to get any of daddy's. I said, lets use paper sack. Yeaw she said. that will work. She got the coffee out of her house and I found a paper sack in the trash and she got a couple of matches. Boy now we were in business. Of course we took our treasures all up to the barn loft.
We sat down on that old bale of hay and proceeded to tear the sack into little strips about the size of cigarette papers. We put the tobacco inside the paper but it wouldn't roll up on the coffee and stay. Well shoot Brenda said, that don't work. I said Brenda Daddy licks the paper so it will stick, that's what we have to do. OK! We each got one ready and started slobbering on the paper. (Remember it came out of the trash?) Something tastes horrible Brenda said as we started spittin' out tobacco and no tellin' what else. Brenda go in the house and ask Auntie for some water to drink and we will wet the paper with that. OK she said. We wet the paper and then poured the coffee in and it rolled up nicely. Now we got it!! We had one match each. Of course I was first, Brenda wouldn't do anything till' she saw me do it. My paper wouldn't light of course. It was too wet and my match went out. Brenda, give me yours and then you can light yours off mine. Which she did!! I held the second match to the coffee cigarette till it burned down to my finger (cigarette still not lit of course) Ouch it's burning I said and dropped the match in the hay that I was sitting on. And that's when the trouble started!!!! The hay caught!! I said brenda take off your dress and beat this out and I did the same. We couldn't make much headway so we took off runnin' for the ladder that would take us out of the loft. Brenda pushed ahead of me. Little smart elec. She always let me go first and she's not gettin' away with this. Why the very idea!!!! I tried to push her back and she fell down the ladder and on the hard floor below. Then she started howlin and moanin'. Brenda shut up someone will hear you. We gotta get outta' here. Brenda's daddy come running in the barn about that time with my Auntie right behind him. He went up the ladder with toe sacks and made short work of thay hay fire. Guess it was only smoldering then. Auntie started to strap our backsides but discovered Brenda was in pain, so she said you get youe butt' home right now and tell your Daddy to bring his car out here. I took off runnin' and she picked Brenda up and took her out to the lane where Daddy picked them up.
Brenda got home later that evening with her arm in a sling. She had a broken collar bone and I had already had my legs stripped with a switch. Brenda was promised the same thing when her arm healed but the little smart elec never got it. I even remineded my Auntie that she was due a licking a couple of times. I'm still mad because she never got her striping. Durn' you Brenda.
SCHOOL DAYS
7-17-08...SCHOOL DAYS
Brenda was only seven month's older than me but she started to school the year before I did. I missed her so bad. I was just lost so when she came home in the evening I guess we had lots of catching up to do. I ran up the lane to meet her one day when she got off the bus. She was running down to meet me. We decided to cut through the pasture so we'd meet faster. Brenda's Dad had an honery old gray plough horse in that pasture that we were leery of so we usually watched for him. One day we weren't watching good enough and Smokie ran out between us. He was snorting and rearing up. We weren't really scared of him (WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN) so we just decided to go around him. Well that honery old horse wouldn't let us pass. At first we were laughing and giggling but soon we realized that Smokie was serious. Brenda was the jittery kind anyway but I was fisty. I decided that ol' gray mare wasn't going to get the best of me. No way! No siree! I said, You just get outta' here you ugly ol' thing, I'm not afraid of you. Come on Brenda we'll crawl under the fence. Brenda was hangin' onto my dress as we ran. I could hear that ol' nag right behind us. I thought he was just playing with us but I was wrong about that because he started nudgin' Brenda in the backside. She went wilder than a rabid skunk. She jerked my dress to hold me back I guess. well I was movin' on and the whole bottom part of my dress ripped off at the waist and caught on my ankles. Somehow Brenda got all wound up in the dress and we both hit the ground. Hey, Now I was scareder' that Brenda. We were right at the edge of the barbed wire fence when we landed. Brenda turn loose of me so I can get out of this dress. I can't! Why not? My arm is tangled up in it. Oh My gosh! Oh Lord help us! We were screamin' like wild cats caught in a briar thicket. Ol' Smokie had stopped and was rearing up. Each time he came back down his hooves were a little closer to us. Dirt was a flyin' all over us. I said, Brenda turn loose of me. Mama is gonna' kill me for tearin' my dress and I'm a gonna' tell her you did it. You little cry baby. I looked up and saw Auntie running torward us with her arms a flyin sayin Get Out of there. She was talking to Smokie but I thought she was talkin' to us. I said Auntie make Brenda turn loose of me. She tore my dress clean off me. Make her let go of me. Auntie said Be still girls, Don't move. well we were havin' none of that. We wanted outta' there and we wanted outta' there right now. We kept squallblin' around there on the ground and Smokie kept rearing up and a snortin' like an ol' pig. I don't know how my Auntie would have done it if My Mama hadn't come runnin' up right then. They dropped down on their knees and each or them got hold of one of us and pulled us under the fence at the same time. they said they just knew if they didn't get us at the same instant that Smokie might get the one left behind. Mother's think fast. Then there is the fact that Brenda and I were so tangled uo together they probably couldn't have pulled us apart anyway. God only knows how we two survived to grow up. we had good Parents and God watching over us. GOD must have thought I'll be so glad when these two grow up. They are wearing me out!!!!
Brenda was only seven month's older than me but she started to school the year before I did. I missed her so bad. I was just lost so when she came home in the evening I guess we had lots of catching up to do. I ran up the lane to meet her one day when she got off the bus. She was running down to meet me. We decided to cut through the pasture so we'd meet faster. Brenda's Dad had an honery old gray plough horse in that pasture that we were leery of so we usually watched for him. One day we weren't watching good enough and Smokie ran out between us. He was snorting and rearing up. We weren't really scared of him (WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN) so we just decided to go around him. Well that honery old horse wouldn't let us pass. At first we were laughing and giggling but soon we realized that Smokie was serious. Brenda was the jittery kind anyway but I was fisty. I decided that ol' gray mare wasn't going to get the best of me. No way! No siree! I said, You just get outta' here you ugly ol' thing, I'm not afraid of you. Come on Brenda we'll crawl under the fence. Brenda was hangin' onto my dress as we ran. I could hear that ol' nag right behind us. I thought he was just playing with us but I was wrong about that because he started nudgin' Brenda in the backside. She went wilder than a rabid skunk. She jerked my dress to hold me back I guess. well I was movin' on and the whole bottom part of my dress ripped off at the waist and caught on my ankles. Somehow Brenda got all wound up in the dress and we both hit the ground. Hey, Now I was scareder' that Brenda. We were right at the edge of the barbed wire fence when we landed. Brenda turn loose of me so I can get out of this dress. I can't! Why not? My arm is tangled up in it. Oh My gosh! Oh Lord help us! We were screamin' like wild cats caught in a briar thicket. Ol' Smokie had stopped and was rearing up. Each time he came back down his hooves were a little closer to us. Dirt was a flyin' all over us. I said, Brenda turn loose of me. Mama is gonna' kill me for tearin' my dress and I'm a gonna' tell her you did it. You little cry baby. I looked up and saw Auntie running torward us with her arms a flyin sayin Get Out of there. She was talking to Smokie but I thought she was talkin' to us. I said Auntie make Brenda turn loose of me. She tore my dress clean off me. Make her let go of me. Auntie said Be still girls, Don't move. well we were havin' none of that. We wanted outta' there and we wanted outta' there right now. We kept squallblin' around there on the ground and Smokie kept rearing up and a snortin' like an ol' pig. I don't know how my Auntie would have done it if My Mama hadn't come runnin' up right then. They dropped down on their knees and each or them got hold of one of us and pulled us under the fence at the same time. they said they just knew if they didn't get us at the same instant that Smokie might get the one left behind. Mother's think fast. Then there is the fact that Brenda and I were so tangled uo together they probably couldn't have pulled us apart anyway. God only knows how we two survived to grow up. we had good Parents and God watching over us. GOD must have thought I'll be so glad when these two grow up. They are wearing me out!!!!
THE REST OF THE STORY
7-16-08...THE REST OF THE STORY
I wrote about my stinker of a cousin Sonny, and how he tormented Brenda and I. Well we got him back and we got him back good. It just didn't seem to help his love of red shiny things a lot. His tormenting just went on to anyone he could torment. And it sure wasn't me, NO SIRE Not me ever again.
As he got older his fixation with those red things just seemed to get worse. When he got his first car at 18 it seemed to only get worse. By then his older sister Mary had an adorable four year old Daughter. She was the first grandchild and since Sonny had been the baby of the family until she came along there was conflict big time and the cow manure HIT THE FAN!!! Sonny was a spoiled brat all his life but little Lucinda moved in on his turf. Sonny pestered that poor little thing to death. I thought someone should just put the big baby out of his misery. Hey I'll even help do the job guys!! I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. Hey! Anybody listenin' to me? I'll even supply the bullets. (or maybe this time we'll get pig manure. It smells worse and a pig is more his style). Sonny had a shiny red old chevy of some kind and it was his pride and joy. The little spoiled brat!!! Well little Lucinda (even if shewas only four) had picked up how Sonny doted on that car. She must have inherited that from me. DON'T YA THINK? One day she was so mad at him that she was outside in the yard and Sonny was gettin' what for inside from eveybody. Oh how I wish I could have been there. I still just drool at the mouth thinking about it. Little four yr. old Lucinda got his smart elec, goat faced, diginity just where it hurt him most. I'm still jealous that a four year old was better at the job that I was at seven. First she got rocks and dirt and put them all over the car anywhere she could reach. And Hey she was my little cousin so that was not enough. She took one of the rocks and scrapped it all down one side of the car. Oh My Oh My I am gettin' so excited! It seems that Sonny had either lost or didn't have the gas tank lid. He had a rag or something stuffed in the top of the tank to keep out the dirt and such. Aunt Bonnie had given him the money for a new cap but right now he seemed to be gettin' into all kinds of trouble in the house. Now I don't know if Lucinda knew what she was doing or the seriousness of the act. ( I suspect she did though. (wasn't she my smart little cousin?) She pulled that rag out of the tank and proceeded to fill that hole up with her rocks and dirt. OH YES SHE DID!!! well you cn imagine what theresults of that was. I wasn't really old enough at the time to understand what happened but I can tell you Sonny didn't need to buy a new gas tank lid. In fact as far as I can remember I never saw him drive that car again. YIPEE He finally got what was comin' ti him. SMART ELEC LITTLE CREEP! YOU GO LUCINDA. YOU GO GIRL. You are a tribute to your big cousins.
Sonny is old now in his 80's. He owns a used car lot. He drives a fancy red sports car and he is still just as egotistical as ever. Wonder If Brenda and I and Lucinda outta get together on this?
I wrote about my stinker of a cousin Sonny, and how he tormented Brenda and I. Well we got him back and we got him back good. It just didn't seem to help his love of red shiny things a lot. His tormenting just went on to anyone he could torment. And it sure wasn't me, NO SIRE Not me ever again.
As he got older his fixation with those red things just seemed to get worse. When he got his first car at 18 it seemed to only get worse. By then his older sister Mary had an adorable four year old Daughter. She was the first grandchild and since Sonny had been the baby of the family until she came along there was conflict big time and the cow manure HIT THE FAN!!! Sonny was a spoiled brat all his life but little Lucinda moved in on his turf. Sonny pestered that poor little thing to death. I thought someone should just put the big baby out of his misery. Hey I'll even help do the job guys!! I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. Hey! Anybody listenin' to me? I'll even supply the bullets. (or maybe this time we'll get pig manure. It smells worse and a pig is more his style). Sonny had a shiny red old chevy of some kind and it was his pride and joy. The little spoiled brat!!! Well little Lucinda (even if shewas only four) had picked up how Sonny doted on that car. She must have inherited that from me. DON'T YA THINK? One day she was so mad at him that she was outside in the yard and Sonny was gettin' what for inside from eveybody. Oh how I wish I could have been there. I still just drool at the mouth thinking about it. Little four yr. old Lucinda got his smart elec, goat faced, diginity just where it hurt him most. I'm still jealous that a four year old was better at the job that I was at seven. First she got rocks and dirt and put them all over the car anywhere she could reach. And Hey she was my little cousin so that was not enough. She took one of the rocks and scrapped it all down one side of the car. Oh My Oh My I am gettin' so excited! It seems that Sonny had either lost or didn't have the gas tank lid. He had a rag or something stuffed in the top of the tank to keep out the dirt and such. Aunt Bonnie had given him the money for a new cap but right now he seemed to be gettin' into all kinds of trouble in the house. Now I don't know if Lucinda knew what she was doing or the seriousness of the act. ( I suspect she did though. (wasn't she my smart little cousin?) She pulled that rag out of the tank and proceeded to fill that hole up with her rocks and dirt. OH YES SHE DID!!! well you cn imagine what theresults of that was. I wasn't really old enough at the time to understand what happened but I can tell you Sonny didn't need to buy a new gas tank lid. In fact as far as I can remember I never saw him drive that car again. YIPEE He finally got what was comin' ti him. SMART ELEC LITTLE CREEP! YOU GO LUCINDA. YOU GO GIRL. You are a tribute to your big cousins.
Sonny is old now in his 80's. He owns a used car lot. He drives a fancy red sports car and he is still just as egotistical as ever. Wonder If Brenda and I and Lucinda outta get together on this?
THEY CALLED ME CAT
7-15-08...THEY CALLED ME CAT
Brenda and I were like "Lucy and Ethel". If one got into something you could bet the other was right there helping. I was the one who usually did the thinkin' it up. And we both did the doin'. Brenda was quiet and shy and didn't say much. I think because she couldn't talk plain and was teased. That brings me to the story I started out to tell.
We had four older cousins who were the meanest most tormentin' "things" on earth and they delighted in pestering us. Brenda would go hide but my claws would come out. Hence the name "Cat" was pasted on me. They lived to make our lives miserable. They all lived about a mile away and weren't always there but when they were the cat fights started. Later when we were grown they said they loved to see me put my claws out and hiss at them with my eyes firey. Now it is funny, but not then.
One of them seemed bound and determined to make me hiss and spat. Brenda would run off and abandon me every time. She'd come crawling out of what ever hole she hid in with her head bowed down in shame as soon as they were gone. One day I said" Now Brenda we have to do sumpthin' to those knot heads and "You are gonna to help me". No I'm not-- Yes you are! That went on for a while and then she agreed. " Now here is what we do".
The boys rode their bicycles over when they came and one of them was a shiny red with those clicky thingies' in the wheels, tassle hanging out of the handle bars and just spruced up something awful. Sonny was so puffed up about that bicycle. We were not allowed to touch it. Don't even get near it he would say. He polished and shined it from the little red neck flag blowing in the wind to the tires. Always wipin' and swipin' on it. Now Brenda, that's where we get him! We waited till' he came without the other three one day. He was 15 we were 6and7. Got it?? We planned for a week and had everything ready and stashed under the house. He rode up, got off his shiny bike, put the kick stand down, and turned around to swipe and wipe on that stupid bike. We were rough, and we were ready, We got us a big hand full of cow manure, (all fresh and just the right consistancy,) got behind him and said "Hey Sonny". He looked and the crap flew right into his face in all it's green glory. While he was spluttering and wiping and saying I'll kill you both, we took the bucket of manure and dumped it all over his bicycle with pig slop and mud all mixed in. Then we just stood there and giggled and pointed till he got his wits about him enough to start after us, Them we ran like the wind around the house and right smack dab into my Daddy. Brenda started running the other way, away from my Daddy and saw she was runnin' toward Sonny so wheeled around and just stood there. Brenda said, Clydene did it, I didn't wanna'. I said not a word because I knew that everyone knew she was telling the truth. Besides I could see my Daddies lips start curlin' and quiverin' and knew he was trying not to laugh. Sonny had stopped in his tracks too because he knew not to touch us with my Daddy standing there. When Daddy burst out laughing then Brenda and I knew we could relax so we laughed till tears were making tracks down our faces through something that smelled to high heaven like a mixture of green manure, mud, and pig slop. Sonny, That big old 15 yr. old baby laid down on the ground and started kickin' and screamin' like a hyenna. Daddy knew exactly what had been going on and I guess he knew we would take care of it when we got enough, so he had just sat back and waited for us to take care of that smart elec tormenter. And boy oh boy did we take care of him. After we all (including Sonny) got a few words of wisdom from Daddy we all went to the creek way down in Brenda' pasture. There we washed ourselves, and Sonny washed his bicycle. He never quit his snooty ways with that bicycle and it carried over into all the cars he owned afterward, BUT!!! He left Brenda and I to our own devices and warned the other 3 boys to do the same. Which they did!!! They were bigger than us but as it turned out----- WE Were Smarter'n them!!!!!
Part two of this is a story of Sonny all grown up with his first shiny red car, and what his own 4yr. old niece did to the car.
Brenda and I were like "Lucy and Ethel". If one got into something you could bet the other was right there helping. I was the one who usually did the thinkin' it up. And we both did the doin'. Brenda was quiet and shy and didn't say much. I think because she couldn't talk plain and was teased. That brings me to the story I started out to tell.
We had four older cousins who were the meanest most tormentin' "things" on earth and they delighted in pestering us. Brenda would go hide but my claws would come out. Hence the name "Cat" was pasted on me. They lived to make our lives miserable. They all lived about a mile away and weren't always there but when they were the cat fights started. Later when we were grown they said they loved to see me put my claws out and hiss at them with my eyes firey. Now it is funny, but not then.
One of them seemed bound and determined to make me hiss and spat. Brenda would run off and abandon me every time. She'd come crawling out of what ever hole she hid in with her head bowed down in shame as soon as they were gone. One day I said" Now Brenda we have to do sumpthin' to those knot heads and "You are gonna to help me". No I'm not-- Yes you are! That went on for a while and then she agreed. " Now here is what we do".
The boys rode their bicycles over when they came and one of them was a shiny red with those clicky thingies' in the wheels, tassle hanging out of the handle bars and just spruced up something awful. Sonny was so puffed up about that bicycle. We were not allowed to touch it. Don't even get near it he would say. He polished and shined it from the little red neck flag blowing in the wind to the tires. Always wipin' and swipin' on it. Now Brenda, that's where we get him! We waited till' he came without the other three one day. He was 15 we were 6and7. Got it?? We planned for a week and had everything ready and stashed under the house. He rode up, got off his shiny bike, put the kick stand down, and turned around to swipe and wipe on that stupid bike. We were rough, and we were ready, We got us a big hand full of cow manure, (all fresh and just the right consistancy,) got behind him and said "Hey Sonny". He looked and the crap flew right into his face in all it's green glory. While he was spluttering and wiping and saying I'll kill you both, we took the bucket of manure and dumped it all over his bicycle with pig slop and mud all mixed in. Then we just stood there and giggled and pointed till he got his wits about him enough to start after us, Them we ran like the wind around the house and right smack dab into my Daddy. Brenda started running the other way, away from my Daddy and saw she was runnin' toward Sonny so wheeled around and just stood there. Brenda said, Clydene did it, I didn't wanna'. I said not a word because I knew that everyone knew she was telling the truth. Besides I could see my Daddies lips start curlin' and quiverin' and knew he was trying not to laugh. Sonny had stopped in his tracks too because he knew not to touch us with my Daddy standing there. When Daddy burst out laughing then Brenda and I knew we could relax so we laughed till tears were making tracks down our faces through something that smelled to high heaven like a mixture of green manure, mud, and pig slop. Sonny, That big old 15 yr. old baby laid down on the ground and started kickin' and screamin' like a hyenna. Daddy knew exactly what had been going on and I guess he knew we would take care of it when we got enough, so he had just sat back and waited for us to take care of that smart elec tormenter. And boy oh boy did we take care of him. After we all (including Sonny) got a few words of wisdom from Daddy we all went to the creek way down in Brenda' pasture. There we washed ourselves, and Sonny washed his bicycle. He never quit his snooty ways with that bicycle and it carried over into all the cars he owned afterward, BUT!!! He left Brenda and I to our own devices and warned the other 3 boys to do the same. Which they did!!! They were bigger than us but as it turned out----- WE Were Smarter'n them!!!!!
Part two of this is a story of Sonny all grown up with his first shiny red car, and what his own 4yr. old niece did to the car.
THE DAY WE MADE TAFFY
7-12-08...THE DAY WE MADE TAFFY
My cousin Brenda and I were always "DOING SOMETHING". Maybe we had too much time on our hands, especially in the summer when school was out. Brenda's Mama worked out of the home but my Mama was a housewife and took care of us. There were four of us, me, my Brother, Brenda and her Brother. The boys stayed inside with Mama but Brenda and I were back and forth between the houses. We lived only across the barbed wire fence and up the lane a short way. Mama could see in their kitchen window. We decided to help my Auntie out and wash her dishes which we started but that was too hard. We left some pans full of water on the wash board to "SOAK". Well "We'VE DONE OUR GOOD THING FOR TODAY" We said to each other, now lets cook something. Of course we wanted something sweet. We got out my Auntie's recipes (no book just a pile of recipes that she never used. She cooked out of her head she said. I didn't understand back then what she meant. I kept watchin' her head when she was cookin' but nothing ever came out) But I am ramblin' so back to our cookin'. We decided on making taffy because we had seen that done and the pullin' was fun. Since I've never wanted taffy since that day (YUKKY) I can't tell you what went in it but we cooked it up. What now I said. Well it has to cool before we pull it and the recipe says pour it out on a flat surface. There was a bunch of that stuff and the only flat surface we could see was the kitchen table. Sooooo! Guess What? Yep! That's just what we did and that stuff was still hot. There were cracks in that old wooden table but we couldn't help that, NOW COULD WE? OH MY GOODNESS WE SAID. We've gotta' clean this up before Auntie gets home or My Mama shows up checking on us. OH MY! OH MY! OH MY GOODNESS!!! Well DO you remember those pans sitting on the wash board soakin'? We'll just use that to clean up the floor, the chairs, and whatever else needed cleanin'. Auntie will be so happy and prowd of us when she sees how we have cleaned her kitchen , Don't you think she will, Brenda? Oh yeaw she will be so glad that she don't have to wash them dishes and mop them floors. Why no tellin what she may give us. Ok so we got all the pans down and set them on the floor under the table, got some towels and set to work!! Of course we weren't very strong so we spilled some of the pans before we got them there. Then we slipped in that soapy water(we used Oxydol detergent and boy was it slick) We wallered around down there and just cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. We thought the floor looked good when My Mama walked in with our Brothers, one on each hip, but she didn't agree with us, and there was taffy hardening on the table. OH MY OH MY OH MY!!!! You've got to understand that we were seven and eight at the time and knew better. You also need to understand that things were different back then. We were the only ones who lived down there. No one to hurt us and no one who would hurt us. Our doors were NEVER locked at our houses. NO NEED TO. Anyway back to the rest of the story. My Auntie came home about two hours later to find a spotless kitchen. Brenda and I cleaned that kitchen while My Mama watched. YES SIREE WE DID! We thought we were out of the woods now. We had baths and Mama sat us down to wait. We even saw her trying not to smile a couple of times so we just really felt good about it. "THEN MY AUNTIE GOT HOME" Mama told us to just sit right there and "DON'T YOU MOVE TILL I TELL YOU TO" We kinda thought she was gonna' brag on us to Auntie about what a good job we had done. Well we had cleaned that kitchen up real good all by ourselves, "HADN'T WE" I guess you know the rest of the story and I guess you know we didn't ever do that again. Auntie spanked us both, Then Mama spanked us both while our little snooty nosed Smart elec Brother's has cookies and milk. That is how we learned our lessons in life back then. We experienced things and we took the consquences. NO MORE NEXT TIMES. WE LEARNED GOOD. We had wonderful parents. We were spanked when we needed it and we were loved unconditionally all the time. Oh those were the best memories! THE VERY BEST THERE IS!! Kids now just have no idea what they are missing. DON'T YOU THINK?
My cousin Brenda and I were always "DOING SOMETHING". Maybe we had too much time on our hands, especially in the summer when school was out. Brenda's Mama worked out of the home but my Mama was a housewife and took care of us. There were four of us, me, my Brother, Brenda and her Brother. The boys stayed inside with Mama but Brenda and I were back and forth between the houses. We lived only across the barbed wire fence and up the lane a short way. Mama could see in their kitchen window. We decided to help my Auntie out and wash her dishes which we started but that was too hard. We left some pans full of water on the wash board to "SOAK". Well "We'VE DONE OUR GOOD THING FOR TODAY" We said to each other, now lets cook something. Of course we wanted something sweet. We got out my Auntie's recipes (no book just a pile of recipes that she never used. She cooked out of her head she said. I didn't understand back then what she meant. I kept watchin' her head when she was cookin' but nothing ever came out) But I am ramblin' so back to our cookin'. We decided on making taffy because we had seen that done and the pullin' was fun. Since I've never wanted taffy since that day (YUKKY) I can't tell you what went in it but we cooked it up. What now I said. Well it has to cool before we pull it and the recipe says pour it out on a flat surface. There was a bunch of that stuff and the only flat surface we could see was the kitchen table. Sooooo! Guess What? Yep! That's just what we did and that stuff was still hot. There were cracks in that old wooden table but we couldn't help that, NOW COULD WE? OH MY GOODNESS WE SAID. We've gotta' clean this up before Auntie gets home or My Mama shows up checking on us. OH MY! OH MY! OH MY GOODNESS!!! Well DO you remember those pans sitting on the wash board soakin'? We'll just use that to clean up the floor, the chairs, and whatever else needed cleanin'. Auntie will be so happy and prowd of us when she sees how we have cleaned her kitchen , Don't you think she will, Brenda? Oh yeaw she will be so glad that she don't have to wash them dishes and mop them floors. Why no tellin what she may give us. Ok so we got all the pans down and set them on the floor under the table, got some towels and set to work!! Of course we weren't very strong so we spilled some of the pans before we got them there. Then we slipped in that soapy water(we used Oxydol detergent and boy was it slick) We wallered around down there and just cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. We thought the floor looked good when My Mama walked in with our Brothers, one on each hip, but she didn't agree with us, and there was taffy hardening on the table. OH MY OH MY OH MY!!!! You've got to understand that we were seven and eight at the time and knew better. You also need to understand that things were different back then. We were the only ones who lived down there. No one to hurt us and no one who would hurt us. Our doors were NEVER locked at our houses. NO NEED TO. Anyway back to the rest of the story. My Auntie came home about two hours later to find a spotless kitchen. Brenda and I cleaned that kitchen while My Mama watched. YES SIREE WE DID! We thought we were out of the woods now. We had baths and Mama sat us down to wait. We even saw her trying not to smile a couple of times so we just really felt good about it. "THEN MY AUNTIE GOT HOME" Mama told us to just sit right there and "DON'T YOU MOVE TILL I TELL YOU TO" We kinda thought she was gonna' brag on us to Auntie about what a good job we had done. Well we had cleaned that kitchen up real good all by ourselves, "HADN'T WE" I guess you know the rest of the story and I guess you know we didn't ever do that again. Auntie spanked us both, Then Mama spanked us both while our little snooty nosed Smart elec Brother's has cookies and milk. That is how we learned our lessons in life back then. We experienced things and we took the consquences. NO MORE NEXT TIMES. WE LEARNED GOOD. We had wonderful parents. We were spanked when we needed it and we were loved unconditionally all the time. Oh those were the best memories! THE VERY BEST THERE IS!! Kids now just have no idea what they are missing. DON'T YOU THINK?
HOT DAYS OF SUMMER
7-11-08...HOT DAYS OF SUMMER
It is so hot today it is about to frazzle me like an old prune. I just got to thinking about those wonderful summers when I was growing up and heat did not bother me in the least. I remember one scorching day when Brenda and I were trying to decide just what we could do to make things more exciting. We got in to several things that day, one being mashing poke berries into Aunt Georgias chickens water and making it a beautiful purple color. We waded around in it for a while till our feet were purple. That purple was over the black from the shale that covered our roads in that area. We took a sip of it (you know down on our knees with our mouth's just the way the chickend drank it) Well that was sure gunky tasting. How could anything so pretty taste so bad? Aunt Georgia came out and chased us out of it and told us we would probably get sick from drinking that nasty water. She pointed out the stuff floating around in there. And I'll let you decide what it was. Kinda shiny and green. Well that adventure didn't last long so "WHAT DO YOU WANNA DO NOW" We strolled down the lane to my back yard and spotted the black walnuts under the tree. As they fell off the tree Daddy spread them out for drying so the hulls would come off and the walnuts could be cracked for nuts for the winter. I said, "Brenda why dont we help My Daddy and start taking the hulls off these walnuts" OK, Thats a good Idea she said. Well the walnuts were green. I don't know if any of you have ever experienced what happens when you bust the green off a walnut. If not, let me tell you. The juice from the green hull turns everything in comes in contact with a dirty, black, kinda' pukey color. And it does not come off of your skin or out of your clothes for a very very very long time. Get the picture? We had purple and black feet, pukey black every where else. We had even sat in both colors. But Hey we were having lots of fun!!! When we got tired of that we strolled back out the lane to Brenda's back yard again. There we spotted that big old persimmon tree just loaded down with green persimmons. Now we had ate a lot of ripe persimmons, had persimmon cookies and cakes. Those were yummy. But we had never tasted green persimmons. Well, Wasn't it time we did? HUH? Sure it was. Those green persimmons were as hard to open as the walnuts and there was more of that juice inside and it was sticky and gooey. Something sticky and gooey had to be yummy, RIGHT? WRONG!! If you have ever tasted a green persimmon you know what I'm talking about, if you haven't,,, DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT!!! Our mouths puckered up something awful. There is just no way to explain what a green persimmon does to your mouth my lips are curling up just thinking about it.
" Well Brenda,that didn't come out very well." We ran back to the chickens water and got down and tried to wash out our mouth's but that didn't work so NOW WHAT! We spied the fruit orchard and figured we'd eat some fruit to get that awful taste out of our puckered up mouth. We were told to stay out of that orchard. And just a few days ago My aunt had told us, "THAT FRUIT IS NOT RIPE GIRLS. YOU CAN"T EAT IT NOW. STAY OUT OF THERE" OK, We Won't eat any. But surely she wouldn't care since we just had to have something besides green persimmon in our mouth. Surely we didn't need to ask her. NAW. IT"LL BE OK. We picked apples and ate a few. They didn't taste good either but much better than the persimmons. But why is my mouth still puckering up? I guess My Mama and Brenda's Mama spotted us at the same time eatin' apples because they showed up at the same time. There we stood in all our glory. I guess we looked like a dirty rainbow or something."WHAT IN THIS WORLD HAVE YOU TWO DONE NOW" "IT WAS BRENDA"S IDEA" I SAID. "Oh no it was not my idea it was Clydene's idea" Brenda said> " Well it makes no difference whose idea it was" Mama and Auntie said. Since you are in the orchard you can each break off one of those little limbs right there from that peach tree. I guess you know what happened next. HUH? We got spankings then not time outs. I was never so miserable in my life right then. Well, So I thought!! I think Brenda and I probably got sick about midnight and I mean sick!!! GREEN APPLE, GREEN PERSIMMON, PURPLE WATER sick. Oh my gosh Mama You didn't have to spank me to teach me that lesson. NO SIREE!! NEITHER OF US HAS EVER FORGOTTEN IT!!! And it has been 58, FIFTY EIGHT YEARS AGO. My stomach is gettin' queasy just thinking about it. You know, Back then the things we got into were small things like that. Our Parents in time would laugh about them. But the lessons we learned were not small at all. I forget things that happened last week, but I will never forget those sweet growing up years way down at the end of a dead in road amoung the trees. Makes me homesick and brings tears to my eyes as I sit here. GOD BLESS THOSE SWEET PEOPLE WHO RAISED US UP. THEY DID A GOOD JOB I THINK.
It is so hot today it is about to frazzle me like an old prune. I just got to thinking about those wonderful summers when I was growing up and heat did not bother me in the least. I remember one scorching day when Brenda and I were trying to decide just what we could do to make things more exciting. We got in to several things that day, one being mashing poke berries into Aunt Georgias chickens water and making it a beautiful purple color. We waded around in it for a while till our feet were purple. That purple was over the black from the shale that covered our roads in that area. We took a sip of it (you know down on our knees with our mouth's just the way the chickend drank it) Well that was sure gunky tasting. How could anything so pretty taste so bad? Aunt Georgia came out and chased us out of it and told us we would probably get sick from drinking that nasty water. She pointed out the stuff floating around in there. And I'll let you decide what it was. Kinda shiny and green. Well that adventure didn't last long so "WHAT DO YOU WANNA DO NOW" We strolled down the lane to my back yard and spotted the black walnuts under the tree. As they fell off the tree Daddy spread them out for drying so the hulls would come off and the walnuts could be cracked for nuts for the winter. I said, "Brenda why dont we help My Daddy and start taking the hulls off these walnuts" OK, Thats a good Idea she said. Well the walnuts were green. I don't know if any of you have ever experienced what happens when you bust the green off a walnut. If not, let me tell you. The juice from the green hull turns everything in comes in contact with a dirty, black, kinda' pukey color. And it does not come off of your skin or out of your clothes for a very very very long time. Get the picture? We had purple and black feet, pukey black every where else. We had even sat in both colors. But Hey we were having lots of fun!!! When we got tired of that we strolled back out the lane to Brenda's back yard again. There we spotted that big old persimmon tree just loaded down with green persimmons. Now we had ate a lot of ripe persimmons, had persimmon cookies and cakes. Those were yummy. But we had never tasted green persimmons. Well, Wasn't it time we did? HUH? Sure it was. Those green persimmons were as hard to open as the walnuts and there was more of that juice inside and it was sticky and gooey. Something sticky and gooey had to be yummy, RIGHT? WRONG!! If you have ever tasted a green persimmon you know what I'm talking about, if you haven't,,, DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT!!! Our mouths puckered up something awful. There is just no way to explain what a green persimmon does to your mouth my lips are curling up just thinking about it.
" Well Brenda,that didn't come out very well." We ran back to the chickens water and got down and tried to wash out our mouth's but that didn't work so NOW WHAT! We spied the fruit orchard and figured we'd eat some fruit to get that awful taste out of our puckered up mouth. We were told to stay out of that orchard. And just a few days ago My aunt had told us, "THAT FRUIT IS NOT RIPE GIRLS. YOU CAN"T EAT IT NOW. STAY OUT OF THERE" OK, We Won't eat any. But surely she wouldn't care since we just had to have something besides green persimmon in our mouth. Surely we didn't need to ask her. NAW. IT"LL BE OK. We picked apples and ate a few. They didn't taste good either but much better than the persimmons. But why is my mouth still puckering up? I guess My Mama and Brenda's Mama spotted us at the same time eatin' apples because they showed up at the same time. There we stood in all our glory. I guess we looked like a dirty rainbow or something."WHAT IN THIS WORLD HAVE YOU TWO DONE NOW" "IT WAS BRENDA"S IDEA" I SAID. "Oh no it was not my idea it was Clydene's idea" Brenda said> " Well it makes no difference whose idea it was" Mama and Auntie said. Since you are in the orchard you can each break off one of those little limbs right there from that peach tree. I guess you know what happened next. HUH? We got spankings then not time outs. I was never so miserable in my life right then. Well, So I thought!! I think Brenda and I probably got sick about midnight and I mean sick!!! GREEN APPLE, GREEN PERSIMMON, PURPLE WATER sick. Oh my gosh Mama You didn't have to spank me to teach me that lesson. NO SIREE!! NEITHER OF US HAS EVER FORGOTTEN IT!!! And it has been 58, FIFTY EIGHT YEARS AGO. My stomach is gettin' queasy just thinking about it. You know, Back then the things we got into were small things like that. Our Parents in time would laugh about them. But the lessons we learned were not small at all. I forget things that happened last week, but I will never forget those sweet growing up years way down at the end of a dead in road amoung the trees. Makes me homesick and brings tears to my eyes as I sit here. GOD BLESS THOSE SWEET PEOPLE WHO RAISED US UP. THEY DID A GOOD JOB I THINK.
GROWIN UP POOR
7-7-08...GROWIN UP POOR
I grew up in a very small Town. Well not really a town but a wide spot in the road. One store and the Post Office. I lived about a mile from TOWN. We walked where ever we went. Some kids had bicycles but I was about 12 before I had that luxury. We lived down in a Valley below what we called Denning Hill (DENNING BEING THE NAME OF THE "TOWN) It was steep and not easy to walk up but we had an advantage over those rich biker kids. They had to push their bikes over the hill. We just had to push ourselves. Boy did we ever feel big walking by those smart elec rich kids. That felt good until we got to the top and those show offs would coast by us and right on down the other side. Like I said before "SMART ELECS" I'd like to smack them up the side of the head but Daddy said NO to that. When we got down to the bottom of the Hill there it was in all it's glory. A REAL TOWN. They had three stores and a Post Office. Big Town to our way of thinking. We'd sit in the little Park across from "MAIN STREET" (there was only one street but main street sounded good). There was an old well house there and it is still there. A grand old thing. Covered top and concrete floor that someone had put some benches in. That was our "hang out" on Saturday afternoons. We got to walk over there (it was five miles) after our chores were done at home. Our Parents didn't have to worry about us, No one bothered us. Sometimes the Lady at the end of "MAIN STREET" would give us all a big glass of KOOL AID. I can still taste that. The "SMART ELECS" had their bench and we had ours and "NEVER THE TWAIN WOULD MEET" One day it was verry hot. We always went barefooted, our feet were like leather in the summer because we never wore shoes. BUT US POO' FOLKS knew when it was too hot to trot down there bare footed and I guess those smart elec bikers didn't know. We had shoes on so we scooted up that hill with ease. BUT! The bikers were bare footed again. I never had so much fun in my life (SHAME ON ME) Those kids were hoping and jumping and pushing their bikes up that ol' hill on that hot gravel. Can't you just see it? Their feet had to be getting hotter than firecrackers. Why By George I could almost hear the sizzlin' as they cooked. HE HE HE (Sorry Daddy I know that was not nice) We didn't walk on by them that day. NO SIREEE. We slowed down and waited on them. What a sight they were. They couldn't hop very high and push their bikes at the same time. Well at the top of the hill they got on their bikes and left us in their dust. We didn't mind. We knew we would have the last laugh. They still had to walk up the other side on the return trip and we also knew that by then their feet would be covered with blisters. AND THEY WERE. By the time we got back down the hill going home. Their blisters had sprouted blistere and they were bursting and ozzing. I almost felt sorry for them, But Not Quiet! We coulda' told them what was comin'. After all we had all "BEEN THERE DONE THAT"! We coulda' saved them the misery. BUT WE DIDN'T------- DURN SMART ELECS!!!!!
I grew up in a very small Town. Well not really a town but a wide spot in the road. One store and the Post Office. I lived about a mile from TOWN. We walked where ever we went. Some kids had bicycles but I was about 12 before I had that luxury. We lived down in a Valley below what we called Denning Hill (DENNING BEING THE NAME OF THE "TOWN) It was steep and not easy to walk up but we had an advantage over those rich biker kids. They had to push their bikes over the hill. We just had to push ourselves. Boy did we ever feel big walking by those smart elec rich kids. That felt good until we got to the top and those show offs would coast by us and right on down the other side. Like I said before "SMART ELECS" I'd like to smack them up the side of the head but Daddy said NO to that. When we got down to the bottom of the Hill there it was in all it's glory. A REAL TOWN. They had three stores and a Post Office. Big Town to our way of thinking. We'd sit in the little Park across from "MAIN STREET" (there was only one street but main street sounded good). There was an old well house there and it is still there. A grand old thing. Covered top and concrete floor that someone had put some benches in. That was our "hang out" on Saturday afternoons. We got to walk over there (it was five miles) after our chores were done at home. Our Parents didn't have to worry about us, No one bothered us. Sometimes the Lady at the end of "MAIN STREET" would give us all a big glass of KOOL AID. I can still taste that. The "SMART ELECS" had their bench and we had ours and "NEVER THE TWAIN WOULD MEET" One day it was verry hot. We always went barefooted, our feet were like leather in the summer because we never wore shoes. BUT US POO' FOLKS knew when it was too hot to trot down there bare footed and I guess those smart elec bikers didn't know. We had shoes on so we scooted up that hill with ease. BUT! The bikers were bare footed again. I never had so much fun in my life (SHAME ON ME) Those kids were hoping and jumping and pushing their bikes up that ol' hill on that hot gravel. Can't you just see it? Their feet had to be getting hotter than firecrackers. Why By George I could almost hear the sizzlin' as they cooked. HE HE HE (Sorry Daddy I know that was not nice) We didn't walk on by them that day. NO SIREEE. We slowed down and waited on them. What a sight they were. They couldn't hop very high and push their bikes at the same time. Well at the top of the hill they got on their bikes and left us in their dust. We didn't mind. We knew we would have the last laugh. They still had to walk up the other side on the return trip and we also knew that by then their feet would be covered with blisters. AND THEY WERE. By the time we got back down the hill going home. Their blisters had sprouted blistere and they were bursting and ozzing. I almost felt sorry for them, But Not Quiet! We coulda' told them what was comin'. After all we had all "BEEN THERE DONE THAT"! We coulda' saved them the misery. BUT WE DIDN'T------- DURN SMART ELECS!!!!!
LATE NIGHT IN THE BATHROOM
7-5-08...LATE NIGHT IN THE BATHROOM
I'm going to tell you a tale on my Husband Don. I swear if you ever tell him I told you this I'll say you lied like a big fat dog. Don goes to the bathroom a lot during the night. And I swear I think he is asleep while he goes. He doesn't wake up easy. He has gone to sleep and fell off the pot, went in the closet instead of the bathroom, (and if he ever does that again he is a goner) gone out the door and fell off the steps, I could go on and on. But right now I've got this to tell. One night last week he was up and down as usual. Well he had been having trouble with those thingies that you use Preparation H for.(GOT IT) OK. Here is the rest of the story. I have some of that strong pain rub in my drawer just below his drawer and he is not supposed to rummage around my drawer. Well as I said before I think he is asleep when he goes to the bathroom. SOOOOO! I was lying there sleeping peacefully when I was blasted out of my sleep with the loudest scream I believe I've ever heard. Then there was a slammed door and lots of foot stomping coming from the vicinity of the bathroom. Am I gettin' ahead of you? No? I didn't think so. I didn't know what was going on so I jumped (or maybe I fell) out of bed, stumped my toe on the bed rail, or something or other down there. Anyway I took off running. I was planning on running in the opposite direction of the noise. Hey I didn't know what it was. Coulda' been someone comin' to cut my throat. Right? I met Don in the hallway and he was dancing and hoping, and yelping like a hyenna. I said for goodness sake you woke me out of a sound sleep what's wrong with you ( I was saying all this through giggles because you aint seen nothing till you see Don moving fast, just don't happen!!!) IT WAS FUUUNNNYYY! Well he finally told me what happened (as soon as he could get his breath) and I was supposed to stop the giggling and get serious, RIGHT! WRONG. It's just not in me to stop giggling once I get started. NO WAY!! NO HOW!! He would dance a little and I would giggle a lot and that went on even after he got mad as an old wet hen and told me to shut up and do something. I wasn't shuttin' up and I certainly wasn't doin' nothin'. He got himself there He could sure get himself out. He wasn't supposed to be rummagin' around in my drawer anyway. SO THERE!!! I still can't keep a straight face when I think about it and Don still don't think it is one bit funny. It took a long soak in the tub before his face turned back to the normal color. His face was a rainbow of colors before that happened. I had to almost sign my name with my own blood to a contract before he would believe I wouldn't tell it to everyone I see. Well I've only told it to a few dozen people. Not bad HUH? MORAL (IF THERE IS ONE) MAKE SURE YOU ARE AWAKE BEFORE YOU USE PREPARATION H!!! MAYBE I'LL TELL YOU SOME MORE OF THOSE LATE NIGHT BATHROOM ESCAPADES LATER. YEP I WILL!!!
I'm going to tell you a tale on my Husband Don. I swear if you ever tell him I told you this I'll say you lied like a big fat dog. Don goes to the bathroom a lot during the night. And I swear I think he is asleep while he goes. He doesn't wake up easy. He has gone to sleep and fell off the pot, went in the closet instead of the bathroom, (and if he ever does that again he is a goner) gone out the door and fell off the steps, I could go on and on. But right now I've got this to tell. One night last week he was up and down as usual. Well he had been having trouble with those thingies that you use Preparation H for.(GOT IT) OK. Here is the rest of the story. I have some of that strong pain rub in my drawer just below his drawer and he is not supposed to rummage around my drawer. Well as I said before I think he is asleep when he goes to the bathroom. SOOOOO! I was lying there sleeping peacefully when I was blasted out of my sleep with the loudest scream I believe I've ever heard. Then there was a slammed door and lots of foot stomping coming from the vicinity of the bathroom. Am I gettin' ahead of you? No? I didn't think so. I didn't know what was going on so I jumped (or maybe I fell) out of bed, stumped my toe on the bed rail, or something or other down there. Anyway I took off running. I was planning on running in the opposite direction of the noise. Hey I didn't know what it was. Coulda' been someone comin' to cut my throat. Right? I met Don in the hallway and he was dancing and hoping, and yelping like a hyenna. I said for goodness sake you woke me out of a sound sleep what's wrong with you ( I was saying all this through giggles because you aint seen nothing till you see Don moving fast, just don't happen!!!) IT WAS FUUUNNNYYY! Well he finally told me what happened (as soon as he could get his breath) and I was supposed to stop the giggling and get serious, RIGHT! WRONG. It's just not in me to stop giggling once I get started. NO WAY!! NO HOW!! He would dance a little and I would giggle a lot and that went on even after he got mad as an old wet hen and told me to shut up and do something. I wasn't shuttin' up and I certainly wasn't doin' nothin'. He got himself there He could sure get himself out. He wasn't supposed to be rummagin' around in my drawer anyway. SO THERE!!! I still can't keep a straight face when I think about it and Don still don't think it is one bit funny. It took a long soak in the tub before his face turned back to the normal color. His face was a rainbow of colors before that happened. I had to almost sign my name with my own blood to a contract before he would believe I wouldn't tell it to everyone I see. Well I've only told it to a few dozen people. Not bad HUH? MORAL (IF THERE IS ONE) MAKE SURE YOU ARE AWAKE BEFORE YOU USE PREPARATION H!!! MAYBE I'LL TELL YOU SOME MORE OF THOSE LATE NIGHT BATHROOM ESCAPADES LATER. YEP I WILL!!!
MY SHOPPING TRIP
7-3-08...MY SHOPPING TRIP
I had put it off as long as I could. I had to go to the grocery store this morning. I guess I started out with the wrong attitude but I dread that with a purple passion' If you have never heard about those purple passions it's just a slang that all the teens used in my day over 50 years ago. Anyway it is a dreaded thing. If I catch you sparking with my boy friend I'll hate you with a purple passinn for example. Well with that said lets get back to my shopping trip. I never once thought about this being the day before the 4th. of July. The stores were packed like sardines. It was awful!! People pushing, grabbing, shouting, ect. Hey guys it will be Independence Day Tomorrow, not the beginning of a war. I was knocked in the shin with a cart, elbowed in the rib, scowled at. You name it. I am a smiler (is that how you spell it?) oh well I always smile at people. I smiled until my jaws ached and not one person smiled back. How rude. I wouldn't have minded the skinned shin so much if the person would have just said I'm sorry, Are you OK? Instead she scowled at me when I said excuse me. Hey, I needed some bread flower also and there are a bunch more of them on the shelf. My Goodness Gracious why are people so impatient? DOES ANYONE KNOW? Not me for sure. "Just around the corner I stopped to get me a can of that there Butter flavored crisco. That stuff sure makes good pie crusts and makes those fried green tomatoes scrumptous. It was on the bottom shelf so I turned loose of my cart and reached down to fetch me a can. Almost had to stand on my head to get it. Anyway, I raised up just in time to see my cart roll over across the aisle and hit this young man right on his backside. He jumped straight up in the air and hollered "WHOOOPS". Well I'm also a giggler and I got tickled. I was standing there cackling like an old hen who just layed a double yoker. The man was looking at me like he'd just love to box my ears and I was giggling between saying,--- " giggle, Oh I'm sorry. giggle, It rolled giggle into you giggle giggle. I really didn't giggle giggle giggle, do it on giggle giggle purpose. He said "WELL MY GOSH ( WELL NOT IN THOSE EXACT WORDS! But you get the gist of it) "You scared me to death, I wasn't planning on gettin' attacked by a crazy old woman's shopping cart. I said "GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE, I'm so sorry sir but surely you don't think I did that on purpose." He scowled some more and let out more of those ugly words and by then my purple passion was spewing over and the Giggling had sure stopped. People were gathering, the manager of the store had arrived on the scene. I thought Oh My Oh My I guess I'll go to jail now. The guy my cart hit was a very nice looking young man. I am old enough to be his Mom. Well my purple passion went by the wayside and the Mother in me kicked in. I said, " I'll tell you what Young Man, If you were My Son I'd turn you over my knee right here and blister your bottom till you would have something to think about. The very Idea that a nice looking young man like you would be in here treating people like that. Now I told you I was sorry and that I didn't do that on purpose, now you tell me how to get in touch with your Parents. I guess I must have looked quiet a sight standing there under that big tall young man and blessing him out. I think everyone in the store had shown up to watch and they all burst out cheering and talking at once. I thought they were going to beat me to death patting me on the back but I was still swinging my purse around and looking at that boy. (NO I WASN'T GOING TO HIT HIM WITH MY PURSE) He just burst out laughing and grabbed me and gave me a big ol' hug and said Mam' I never met such a spunky lady in my life you remind me of my Grandmother. ( well I'd a drather he'd a said Mother) I hugged him back and we chatted a while. I checked out my groceries, he hugged me again and I crawled in my car and came home Hey, I had a wonderful shopping trip even though I started out with a bad attitude. Wouldn't Ya' agree? BUT WHY DO THESE THINGS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?????
I had put it off as long as I could. I had to go to the grocery store this morning. I guess I started out with the wrong attitude but I dread that with a purple passion' If you have never heard about those purple passions it's just a slang that all the teens used in my day over 50 years ago. Anyway it is a dreaded thing. If I catch you sparking with my boy friend I'll hate you with a purple passinn for example. Well with that said lets get back to my shopping trip. I never once thought about this being the day before the 4th. of July. The stores were packed like sardines. It was awful!! People pushing, grabbing, shouting, ect. Hey guys it will be Independence Day Tomorrow, not the beginning of a war. I was knocked in the shin with a cart, elbowed in the rib, scowled at. You name it. I am a smiler (is that how you spell it?) oh well I always smile at people. I smiled until my jaws ached and not one person smiled back. How rude. I wouldn't have minded the skinned shin so much if the person would have just said I'm sorry, Are you OK? Instead she scowled at me when I said excuse me. Hey, I needed some bread flower also and there are a bunch more of them on the shelf. My Goodness Gracious why are people so impatient? DOES ANYONE KNOW? Not me for sure. "Just around the corner I stopped to get me a can of that there Butter flavored crisco. That stuff sure makes good pie crusts and makes those fried green tomatoes scrumptous. It was on the bottom shelf so I turned loose of my cart and reached down to fetch me a can. Almost had to stand on my head to get it. Anyway, I raised up just in time to see my cart roll over across the aisle and hit this young man right on his backside. He jumped straight up in the air and hollered "WHOOOPS". Well I'm also a giggler and I got tickled. I was standing there cackling like an old hen who just layed a double yoker. The man was looking at me like he'd just love to box my ears and I was giggling between saying,--- " giggle, Oh I'm sorry. giggle, It rolled giggle into you giggle giggle. I really didn't giggle giggle giggle, do it on giggle giggle purpose. He said "WELL MY GOSH ( WELL NOT IN THOSE EXACT WORDS! But you get the gist of it) "You scared me to death, I wasn't planning on gettin' attacked by a crazy old woman's shopping cart. I said "GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE, I'm so sorry sir but surely you don't think I did that on purpose." He scowled some more and let out more of those ugly words and by then my purple passion was spewing over and the Giggling had sure stopped. People were gathering, the manager of the store had arrived on the scene. I thought Oh My Oh My I guess I'll go to jail now. The guy my cart hit was a very nice looking young man. I am old enough to be his Mom. Well my purple passion went by the wayside and the Mother in me kicked in. I said, " I'll tell you what Young Man, If you were My Son I'd turn you over my knee right here and blister your bottom till you would have something to think about. The very Idea that a nice looking young man like you would be in here treating people like that. Now I told you I was sorry and that I didn't do that on purpose, now you tell me how to get in touch with your Parents. I guess I must have looked quiet a sight standing there under that big tall young man and blessing him out. I think everyone in the store had shown up to watch and they all burst out cheering and talking at once. I thought they were going to beat me to death patting me on the back but I was still swinging my purse around and looking at that boy. (NO I WASN'T GOING TO HIT HIM WITH MY PURSE) He just burst out laughing and grabbed me and gave me a big ol' hug and said Mam' I never met such a spunky lady in my life you remind me of my Grandmother. ( well I'd a drather he'd a said Mother) I hugged him back and we chatted a while. I checked out my groceries, he hugged me again and I crawled in my car and came home Hey, I had a wonderful shopping trip even though I started out with a bad attitude. Wouldn't Ya' agree? BUT WHY DO THESE THINGS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?????
WHAT A MORNING
6-29-08...WHAT A MORNING
This morning I got out of bed early. I always look forward to Church. I got my coffee and proceeded to the bathroom. So far so good. Just the way I always do it. Well-- that's when it all started. I got my arm hung on the door and dropped my coffee. All over the floor. Well!! That's a fine start. My routine thrown all to whack! OK I clean that up, go get another cup. Going Good Now. HA!! Just what I thought. NO WAY! Have you ever noticed that you set the pace of you day in the first few minutes you are up? I should have seen it coming. Next on my agenda is sitting down here and going straight to The Hill. I walked right up here like I knew what I was doing, and as politely as I could, I reached over and "SHUT DOWN MY COMPUTER!" Now wasn't that cute'? I turn it back on and said "SELF GO TAKE YOUR SHOWER WHILE THE PC IS BOOTING UP AND LOADING" OK! I step in the shower, turn the water on, and WHOOSH' Water all over my head. If I've told that Man once I've told him a million times, "MAKE SURE THAT LITTLE DINGY GOES BACK DOWN WHEN YOU TURN THE WATER OFF" Well, Now my hair is all wet. I washed it last night and it was already fixed. If you have natural curly hair you know what I am talking about. "OH NO! I'm gonna' look like Phyllis Diller. What to do, What to do. If you have or know about natural curly hair then you know that was quiet a job. I was thinking right about then. WHAT I SHOULD DO IS MARCH RIGHT IN THERE WHERE MY HUSBAND IS STILL SLEEPING AND THROW A BUCKET OF WATER ON HIM! (Thank you God for making me see the wisdom of not doing that.) Anyway, That has to be all that will happen. I got up early and still have some time. RIGHT? WRONG!! I got out of the shower, fixed my hair the best I could, and remembered I still hadn't had my first relaxing cup of coffee. ok SO LETS JUST START THIS DAY OVER. Got my coffee and saw my little Poodle Moses with his legs crossed and remembered I hadn't taken him out for his morning adulations yet. OK Here we go, I'll take my coffee with me. ARE YOU READY FOR THIS? I hung my arm on the outside door AAAANNNNDDDD, You guessed it, I dropped and broke my favorite coffee mug and spilled my coffee again. "NOW WHAT WILL I DO? I whinned. I can't drink coffee without that cup, DON'T YA' KNOW? I got Moses out and came back in, I still haven't had my first cup of coffee and I'm gettin' grumpy now! It would take me a long time to go through all the ways I spilled my coffee this morning but I'll just say I spilled the pot dry and had to make another pot of coffee. Well I'm running short of time now for sure si I'd better get going. I fixed my face, got dressed, and was ready to go,(still hadn't had a cup of coffee but no time now. I gotta' go. Gathered up my Bible my purse found my keys and Here I go. Got in the car looked down aaannnddd--- Well You stupid idiot!!! You've got your old houseshoes on. Get back in that house right now and get your stupid shoes, STUPID!!! I am late now and I hate walking in to Church late. I always sit on the left aisle, third row. I'll have to walk all the way up there with everyone knowing I'm late. You have to remember now, I'm always about the second one in the door. I just hate being late. Then I was thinking, If I'm late and start up the aisle I'll probably trip on something and fall down right in front of everybody, Maybe I'd better sit in the back this morning. NOPE, NO WAY, I've always sat in that pew and I can't change that, and if anyone is in my place, everyone knows that's my place, surely no one will get it. SURELY NOT! That would really do in my routine. I'm finally on my way and I'm not very late, it's gonna' be allright now. I got out on the highway and turn on Praise music on my radio and cruise right along. I'm speeding to be exact. Up ahead I see flashing lights, (NOT BEHIND ME THANK YOU GOD) I see police ambulances and people milling around. A wreck has just happened. People are seriously hurt. I just started Praying. Lord Jesus take care of these people and let them be OK. Then It was just like a voice from Heaven saying. That could have been you. Probably would have been you if You hadn't had so many hang ups this morning. And My Friends The Moral of This story is:::: Everything happens for a reason in God's scheme of things. No chance, no such thing as good luck. It is All In God's Plan. I sure am not grumpy now. And by the way the people in the wreck are OK tonight. I checked. AND I NEVER DID GET MY MORNING COFFEE!!!!! I'm making up for it now.
This morning I got out of bed early. I always look forward to Church. I got my coffee and proceeded to the bathroom. So far so good. Just the way I always do it. Well-- that's when it all started. I got my arm hung on the door and dropped my coffee. All over the floor. Well!! That's a fine start. My routine thrown all to whack! OK I clean that up, go get another cup. Going Good Now. HA!! Just what I thought. NO WAY! Have you ever noticed that you set the pace of you day in the first few minutes you are up? I should have seen it coming. Next on my agenda is sitting down here and going straight to The Hill. I walked right up here like I knew what I was doing, and as politely as I could, I reached over and "SHUT DOWN MY COMPUTER!" Now wasn't that cute'? I turn it back on and said "SELF GO TAKE YOUR SHOWER WHILE THE PC IS BOOTING UP AND LOADING" OK! I step in the shower, turn the water on, and WHOOSH' Water all over my head. If I've told that Man once I've told him a million times, "MAKE SURE THAT LITTLE DINGY GOES BACK DOWN WHEN YOU TURN THE WATER OFF" Well, Now my hair is all wet. I washed it last night and it was already fixed. If you have natural curly hair you know what I am talking about. "OH NO! I'm gonna' look like Phyllis Diller. What to do, What to do. If you have or know about natural curly hair then you know that was quiet a job. I was thinking right about then. WHAT I SHOULD DO IS MARCH RIGHT IN THERE WHERE MY HUSBAND IS STILL SLEEPING AND THROW A BUCKET OF WATER ON HIM! (Thank you God for making me see the wisdom of not doing that.) Anyway, That has to be all that will happen. I got up early and still have some time. RIGHT? WRONG!! I got out of the shower, fixed my hair the best I could, and remembered I still hadn't had my first relaxing cup of coffee. ok SO LETS JUST START THIS DAY OVER. Got my coffee and saw my little Poodle Moses with his legs crossed and remembered I hadn't taken him out for his morning adulations yet. OK Here we go, I'll take my coffee with me. ARE YOU READY FOR THIS? I hung my arm on the outside door AAAANNNNDDDD, You guessed it, I dropped and broke my favorite coffee mug and spilled my coffee again. "NOW WHAT WILL I DO? I whinned. I can't drink coffee without that cup, DON'T YA' KNOW? I got Moses out and came back in, I still haven't had my first cup of coffee and I'm gettin' grumpy now! It would take me a long time to go through all the ways I spilled my coffee this morning but I'll just say I spilled the pot dry and had to make another pot of coffee. Well I'm running short of time now for sure si I'd better get going. I fixed my face, got dressed, and was ready to go,(still hadn't had a cup of coffee but no time now. I gotta' go. Gathered up my Bible my purse found my keys and Here I go. Got in the car looked down aaannnddd--- Well You stupid idiot!!! You've got your old houseshoes on. Get back in that house right now and get your stupid shoes, STUPID!!! I am late now and I hate walking in to Church late. I always sit on the left aisle, third row. I'll have to walk all the way up there with everyone knowing I'm late. You have to remember now, I'm always about the second one in the door. I just hate being late. Then I was thinking, If I'm late and start up the aisle I'll probably trip on something and fall down right in front of everybody, Maybe I'd better sit in the back this morning. NOPE, NO WAY, I've always sat in that pew and I can't change that, and if anyone is in my place, everyone knows that's my place, surely no one will get it. SURELY NOT! That would really do in my routine. I'm finally on my way and I'm not very late, it's gonna' be allright now. I got out on the highway and turn on Praise music on my radio and cruise right along. I'm speeding to be exact. Up ahead I see flashing lights, (NOT BEHIND ME THANK YOU GOD) I see police ambulances and people milling around. A wreck has just happened. People are seriously hurt. I just started Praying. Lord Jesus take care of these people and let them be OK. Then It was just like a voice from Heaven saying. That could have been you. Probably would have been you if You hadn't had so many hang ups this morning. And My Friends The Moral of This story is:::: Everything happens for a reason in God's scheme of things. No chance, no such thing as good luck. It is All In God's Plan. I sure am not grumpy now. And by the way the people in the wreck are OK tonight. I checked. AND I NEVER DID GET MY MORNING COFFEE!!!!! I'm making up for it now.
CAN'T BELIEVE WE ATE THE WHOLE THING
6-9-08...CAN'T BELIEVE WE ATE THE WHOLE THING
My cousin who was only 7 month's older than me and I were together all the time. And 'BOY' could we get into things. We lived on a dead end road and she lived just across the paster. Yes paster there were no streets. Brenda and I were always doing stupid things. Well what do you expect from two little girls not yet even in school. COME ON!! Well this one day Mama had made seven quarts of jelly and set them on a shelf on the closed in porch where we played. Mama was nursing my baby Brother and told us to play quietly while she got Norman to sleep. Well we were quiet as little mice about to get in a trap. That jelly sure did look good didn't it. Recon we could just taste a bit. Sure why not Mama wouldn't care, weren't we being so quiet and good? Sure 'nuff' we were. The jelly was still warm but not hot and the wax seal was real easy to take off. We started eating with our hands cause' we were supposed to be quiet weren't we? Couldn't go in the kitchen for spoons. 'Sides' Mama would have to ask us what we were doing and that would wake my baby brother don't ya know? Well we were finally up to our elbows nearly with the first jar so we discarded that one and opened the next, the next, the next, Well you get the picture. What wasn't in our bellies was dripping off us on to the floor when Mama walked in!!! Well My Goodness Mama, what cha' makin' such a big deal about? We didn't do nothin'. Well My Mama didn't agree with our reasoning so we got a tanning on our backsides as soon as we went to the well. Mama drew up enough water to put in the washtub and we got in. When we were clean is when we got our hides tanned. Daddy got home and he was almost laughing. ALMOST! The next day Brenda came to my house and peeped around the corner and said "I DON"T WANT ANY MORE JEDO" Seems like she must have got more than I did because she was sick in the night. "LITTLE PIG""
My cousin who was only 7 month's older than me and I were together all the time. And 'BOY' could we get into things. We lived on a dead end road and she lived just across the paster. Yes paster there were no streets. Brenda and I were always doing stupid things. Well what do you expect from two little girls not yet even in school. COME ON!! Well this one day Mama had made seven quarts of jelly and set them on a shelf on the closed in porch where we played. Mama was nursing my baby Brother and told us to play quietly while she got Norman to sleep. Well we were quiet as little mice about to get in a trap. That jelly sure did look good didn't it. Recon we could just taste a bit. Sure why not Mama wouldn't care, weren't we being so quiet and good? Sure 'nuff' we were. The jelly was still warm but not hot and the wax seal was real easy to take off. We started eating with our hands cause' we were supposed to be quiet weren't we? Couldn't go in the kitchen for spoons. 'Sides' Mama would have to ask us what we were doing and that would wake my baby brother don't ya know? Well we were finally up to our elbows nearly with the first jar so we discarded that one and opened the next, the next, the next, Well you get the picture. What wasn't in our bellies was dripping off us on to the floor when Mama walked in!!! Well My Goodness Mama, what cha' makin' such a big deal about? We didn't do nothin'. Well My Mama didn't agree with our reasoning so we got a tanning on our backsides as soon as we went to the well. Mama drew up enough water to put in the washtub and we got in. When we were clean is when we got our hides tanned. Daddy got home and he was almost laughing. ALMOST! The next day Brenda came to my house and peeped around the corner and said "I DON"T WANT ANY MORE JEDO" Seems like she must have got more than I did because she was sick in the night. "LITTLE PIG""
A LITTLE DITTY
6-9-08...A LITTLE DITTY
I used to sing this little dditty' in school while We waited for the bus to take us home. Our little school only had 2 school busses and we needed three. Anyway my group had to wait on the bus to take a 'batch' home then come back for us. A teacher stayed with us and tried to keep us entertained. We did different things and sometimes we were invited to get up and sing, tell a story, ect. I always sang this and the kids loved it. I was wondering if any of you recognise it. I think I learned it from a radio program called "UNCLE JOHNNY" we listened to on the radio. (A batery operated radio. We had no electricity) HERE GOES "THAT CHOCOLATE CAKE WAS HIGHER THAN I COULD EVER REACH. I CLIMBED UP ON MY HIGH CHAIR, TO GET A LITTLE PINCH, THAT OL' HIGH CHAIR WAS JUMPY, IT JUMPED AND DOWN WE GO! I HEAR MY MAMA TALLING' SO I 'DES I 'DOTTA GO. NOW GRANDPA COULD HEAR GOOD AND NOT MUCH COULD HE SEE. BUT I THINK HE SEES MUCH BETTER WHEN HE IS WATCHIN' ME. SOMETIMES I THINK HE 'wuves' ME BUT ONCT' HE ACTED MEAN. WHEN I DROPPED HIS 'CHEW TE BACKY' DOWN IN SOME GASOLINE. chorus WELL I HEAR MY MAMA 'TOMIN' HER TOP IS WEADY TO BLOW. SHE'S BOUND TO BUST MY BOTTOM, SO I DES I DOTTA GO. There may be more but that's all I remember. And I don't know what made me remember that. ANYONE REMEMBER?
I used to sing this little dditty' in school while We waited for the bus to take us home. Our little school only had 2 school busses and we needed three. Anyway my group had to wait on the bus to take a 'batch' home then come back for us. A teacher stayed with us and tried to keep us entertained. We did different things and sometimes we were invited to get up and sing, tell a story, ect. I always sang this and the kids loved it. I was wondering if any of you recognise it. I think I learned it from a radio program called "UNCLE JOHNNY" we listened to on the radio. (A batery operated radio. We had no electricity) HERE GOES "THAT CHOCOLATE CAKE WAS HIGHER THAN I COULD EVER REACH. I CLIMBED UP ON MY HIGH CHAIR, TO GET A LITTLE PINCH, THAT OL' HIGH CHAIR WAS JUMPY, IT JUMPED AND DOWN WE GO! I HEAR MY MAMA TALLING' SO I 'DES I 'DOTTA GO. NOW GRANDPA COULD HEAR GOOD AND NOT MUCH COULD HE SEE. BUT I THINK HE SEES MUCH BETTER WHEN HE IS WATCHIN' ME. SOMETIMES I THINK HE 'wuves' ME BUT ONCT' HE ACTED MEAN. WHEN I DROPPED HIS 'CHEW TE BACKY' DOWN IN SOME GASOLINE. chorus WELL I HEAR MY MAMA 'TOMIN' HER TOP IS WEADY TO BLOW. SHE'S BOUND TO BUST MY BOTTOM, SO I DES I DOTTA GO. There may be more but that's all I remember. And I don't know what made me remember that. ANYONE REMEMBER?
MY GIANT DADDY CONT'D
6-3-08...MY GIANT DADDY CONT'D
My daddy had no education so did what he had to do to survive. He worked in a dark ol' coal mine way dow in the bowles of the earth where he had to crawl on his stomach to dig out the coal. Daddy went in the mines the first time when he was 15. (no child labor laws then) He had left home after his abusive step mom had tried to beat him the last time. (see Part one) Daddy lived with his Married sister until he could stand on his own feet. Daddy never asked for much from anyone but he would give you his last dime if you needed it. daddy was 26 when he married my Mom who was only 17, I was born when she was 19. I guess I must have come into the world with a big bang because Mama almost died. (another story) My daddy worked so hard but I didn't know or think about it at the time. He always saw to it that me and my Brother (who was born 4 yrs after me) had what we needed and some of what we wanted. He taught us to work too and I am so Thankful that he did. Daddy had a Miners Bucket that he carried in that mine. It had his food and water for the day because he stayed down there until his shift was over. My Brother and I would run to meet him when he got home. We would carry his bucket inside and open it. He always left something in there for us to eat and we would get a drink of that water that had coal dust floating on it. YUMMY YUMMY! As I look back I'm sure Mama had put the little tidbits in there for us to eat in the evening but coal dust was all over everything, including my Daddy. He washed off a little bit at the mine but had another more sufficent bath later that night in the old washtub. He didn't get to wait till saturday night like we did sometimes. Sponge bath's for us and get in that tub on Saturday night to get all sparkling clean for Church tomorrow. WOW!!! Good Ol' days were those. I think of that song "PUT YOUR HAND IN THE HAND OF THE MAN" when I think of Daddy and Mama because that's what they did. Taught us to Pray, Stayed on their knees before God and did what they had to do to provide for us. I sing that song in Church sometimes and just Thank God for my Daddy and Mamma. He gave us just the most perfect ones there was. My Daddy was truly a Giant of 5'7in. size 7 shoe, small shirt. WOW WHAT A GIANT OF A MAN!!!!!!!! YOU GO DADDY
My daddy had no education so did what he had to do to survive. He worked in a dark ol' coal mine way dow in the bowles of the earth where he had to crawl on his stomach to dig out the coal. Daddy went in the mines the first time when he was 15. (no child labor laws then) He had left home after his abusive step mom had tried to beat him the last time. (see Part one) Daddy lived with his Married sister until he could stand on his own feet. Daddy never asked for much from anyone but he would give you his last dime if you needed it. daddy was 26 when he married my Mom who was only 17, I was born when she was 19. I guess I must have come into the world with a big bang because Mama almost died. (another story) My daddy worked so hard but I didn't know or think about it at the time. He always saw to it that me and my Brother (who was born 4 yrs after me) had what we needed and some of what we wanted. He taught us to work too and I am so Thankful that he did. Daddy had a Miners Bucket that he carried in that mine. It had his food and water for the day because he stayed down there until his shift was over. My Brother and I would run to meet him when he got home. We would carry his bucket inside and open it. He always left something in there for us to eat and we would get a drink of that water that had coal dust floating on it. YUMMY YUMMY! As I look back I'm sure Mama had put the little tidbits in there for us to eat in the evening but coal dust was all over everything, including my Daddy. He washed off a little bit at the mine but had another more sufficent bath later that night in the old washtub. He didn't get to wait till saturday night like we did sometimes. Sponge bath's for us and get in that tub on Saturday night to get all sparkling clean for Church tomorrow. WOW!!! Good Ol' days were those. I think of that song "PUT YOUR HAND IN THE HAND OF THE MAN" when I think of Daddy and Mama because that's what they did. Taught us to Pray, Stayed on their knees before God and did what they had to do to provide for us. I sing that song in Church sometimes and just Thank God for my Daddy and Mamma. He gave us just the most perfect ones there was. My Daddy was truly a Giant of 5'7in. size 7 shoe, small shirt. WOW WHAT A GIANT OF A MAN!!!!!!!! YOU GO DADDY
MY GIANT DADDY
5-31-08...MY GIANT DADDY
Like Most young people I thought my daddy was a giant. Able to move a mountain if I asked him. Able to leap tall buildings and save the 'damsel' in distress. Really though my Daddy was a small man. 5' 7 in his boots, and a size 7 shoe. Daddy wasn't a big man but he was scrappy. He had to be to survive in his day. When Daddy was born his Mom died, leaving my PAPA with a baby and two small girls to raise. Daddy and his sisters kinda' pulled themselves up by the bootstraps and made it OK till my Papa married Edith. She was mean to them and especially to my Daddy only about 3 yrs. old. His two sisters protected him the beat they could but Daddy was mostly alone with Edith. She whipped him at the drop of a bucket. My Aunt told me once that Edith would get on her knees in the yard and Pray for my Daddy to die. There's lots more but that will be a later installment. For now I'll just repeat, Daddy had a hard life. Never got to go to school. Was ploughing a team of mules when he was 6 yrs. old. So because he didn't get to go to school he could never read or write. He used to tell me and my Brother, "NOT EVERYBODY CAN PUSH A PENCIL BUT I WANT MY KIDS TO BE ABLE TO DO IT IF THEY HAVE TO" And My Daddy worked hard and put us through school. We had food on the table and clothes on our back. Daddy was never bitter or mean and never gave us cause to be that way either. He worked in a coal mine for 23 yrs. and brought home the bacon. That is what he didn't raise himself. But I'm gettin' ahead of myself here so "SELF BACK UP A BIT" NOW GEE HAW THERE MULE> Keep on the right trail. When Daddy was 15 yrs old one morning he was putting on his work boots to head to the fields. He broke his shoelace and he said "DARN IT" Edith got him by the hair of the head and was going to give him anothrt beating. Daddy said "YOU OL WITCH, YOU WILL NEVER HIT ME AGAIN" Daddy would not fight back with Edith because she was a lady???? Well if she was a lady---------. Anyway, Daddy got her off him and ran out the door with that ol' bag of demons' right after him. He got in the yard and picked up rocks and rocked that ol' bag right back in the house. Edith lived to be an old lady still fat and sassy. My Daddy died when he was 69 yrs. old. A wonderful Man, a Christian man,( HE knew the Bible from cover to cover and couldn't even write his own name) a great Daddy. YOU GO DADDY O' SHOW THEM ANGELS UP THERE JUST WHAT YOU ARE MADE OF. I KNOW ALL OF HEAVEN REJOICED WHEN YOU ENTERED THOSE GATES WITH THAT SWEET SPIRIT, YOU HAD IT HARD HERE BUT BOY WOULD YOU LOOK AT YOU NOW" I LOVE YOU DADDY KEEP THEM MULES ON THE RIGHT TRAIL!!!!!
Like Most young people I thought my daddy was a giant. Able to move a mountain if I asked him. Able to leap tall buildings and save the 'damsel' in distress. Really though my Daddy was a small man. 5' 7 in his boots, and a size 7 shoe. Daddy wasn't a big man but he was scrappy. He had to be to survive in his day. When Daddy was born his Mom died, leaving my PAPA with a baby and two small girls to raise. Daddy and his sisters kinda' pulled themselves up by the bootstraps and made it OK till my Papa married Edith. She was mean to them and especially to my Daddy only about 3 yrs. old. His two sisters protected him the beat they could but Daddy was mostly alone with Edith. She whipped him at the drop of a bucket. My Aunt told me once that Edith would get on her knees in the yard and Pray for my Daddy to die. There's lots more but that will be a later installment. For now I'll just repeat, Daddy had a hard life. Never got to go to school. Was ploughing a team of mules when he was 6 yrs. old. So because he didn't get to go to school he could never read or write. He used to tell me and my Brother, "NOT EVERYBODY CAN PUSH A PENCIL BUT I WANT MY KIDS TO BE ABLE TO DO IT IF THEY HAVE TO" And My Daddy worked hard and put us through school. We had food on the table and clothes on our back. Daddy was never bitter or mean and never gave us cause to be that way either. He worked in a coal mine for 23 yrs. and brought home the bacon. That is what he didn't raise himself. But I'm gettin' ahead of myself here so "SELF BACK UP A BIT" NOW GEE HAW THERE MULE> Keep on the right trail. When Daddy was 15 yrs old one morning he was putting on his work boots to head to the fields. He broke his shoelace and he said "DARN IT" Edith got him by the hair of the head and was going to give him anothrt beating. Daddy said "YOU OL WITCH, YOU WILL NEVER HIT ME AGAIN" Daddy would not fight back with Edith because she was a lady???? Well if she was a lady---------. Anyway, Daddy got her off him and ran out the door with that ol' bag of demons' right after him. He got in the yard and picked up rocks and rocked that ol' bag right back in the house. Edith lived to be an old lady still fat and sassy. My Daddy died when he was 69 yrs. old. A wonderful Man, a Christian man,( HE knew the Bible from cover to cover and couldn't even write his own name) a great Daddy. YOU GO DADDY O' SHOW THEM ANGELS UP THERE JUST WHAT YOU ARE MADE OF. I KNOW ALL OF HEAVEN REJOICED WHEN YOU ENTERED THOSE GATES WITH THAT SWEET SPIRIT, YOU HAD IT HARD HERE BUT BOY WOULD YOU LOOK AT YOU NOW" I LOVE YOU DADDY KEEP THEM MULES ON THE RIGHT TRAIL!!!!!
MOM'S FRIGHT
5-27-08...MOM'S FRIGHT
This is a true story that I put in verse which I do a lot.
We got our water from a well, had to draw it from the ground. &nb sp; &nb sp; &nb sp; Carried a bucket out there to the well and set it down. Along the eaves of our house were birds nests, Quiet a few. &nb sp; &nb sp; Big black snakes often crawled up there, they feasted on bird eggs and little birds too. &nb sp; One day my Mom came from the well carrying a bucket of water inside, She was unaware of that ol' snake up there trying to hide. &nb sp; Well just as Mom stepped onto the porch, &nb sp; That ol' snake lost it's hold, and fell down on Mom's back, OH BOY! She said it was so cold. &nb sp; Mamma reached up to see what on her neck wrapped around. That bucket flew up in the air landing on Mamma (sittin there on the ground) &n bsp; We all ran out to my Mama's screams, and beheld such a funny sight. Mamma was sitting there soaked to the skin, her eyes were wide with fright. We just couldn't keep from laughing, trying to ask her "WHAT IS WRONG"? That snake must have got out of there fast 'cause' it was scared too, LONG GONE &nb sp; &nb sp; Well Mamma laughed about it later though at the time she saw no humor. We told her "THAT SNAKE PROBABLY DIED OF FRIGHT FROM ALL YOUR TREMOR"
This is a true story that I put in verse which I do a lot.
We got our water from a well, had to draw it from the ground. &nb sp; &nb sp; &nb sp; Carried a bucket out there to the well and set it down. Along the eaves of our house were birds nests, Quiet a few. &nb sp; &nb sp; Big black snakes often crawled up there, they feasted on bird eggs and little birds too. &nb sp; One day my Mom came from the well carrying a bucket of water inside, She was unaware of that ol' snake up there trying to hide. &nb sp; Well just as Mom stepped onto the porch, &nb sp; That ol' snake lost it's hold, and fell down on Mom's back, OH BOY! She said it was so cold. &nb sp; Mamma reached up to see what on her neck wrapped around. That bucket flew up in the air landing on Mamma (sittin there on the ground) &n bsp; We all ran out to my Mama's screams, and beheld such a funny sight. Mamma was sitting there soaked to the skin, her eyes were wide with fright. We just couldn't keep from laughing, trying to ask her "WHAT IS WRONG"? That snake must have got out of there fast 'cause' it was scared too, LONG GONE &nb sp; &nb sp; Well Mamma laughed about it later though at the time she saw no humor. We told her "THAT SNAKE PROBABLY DIED OF FRIGHT FROM ALL YOUR TREMOR"
BLESSED TIRING WONDERFUL TRIP
5-25-08...BLESSED TIRING WONDERFUL TRIP
Isn't it a hard thing to have to give up and say, I'm TOO OLD, I CAN'T KEEP UP, I NEED HELP, MY DAY FOR THAT KIND OF THING HAVE COME TO A SCRECHING HALT, and other such things that you learn the hard way!! Last month I signed up to go to The Women Of Faith Conference in our State Capitol Of Little Rock Ar. about 3 hours away from my home. I was so excited when I got on that Church van and we pulled out. WOW!!! This is going to be great. Well Guys it never even once crossed my mind to wonder how a 63 (WELL ALMOST 64) year old Lady was going to keep up with a bunch of 'Younguns' They were all in their early to late 30's and low 40's. SOOO WHAT YOU SAY. I must have been in the twilight zone or some such place when I climbed on that van so excited with much anticipation. We were going to spend the night in a hotel. We had a conference Friday night and another one that lasted all day Saturday. We had to Park about 2 blocks away and walk up (AND I DO MEAN UP) to the Alltel Arena where it was held. I started falling behind right then. Those girls got out of the van and made a beline toward the Arena. I was left in their dust. They weren't even aware that I wasn't there anymore. I thought to myself,, NOW SELF, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW? I'm going to be standing out here in the dark 'bawling my eyes out and some policeman is going to come drag me away in a straight jacket. CAUSE SEE, I KNEW THAT THE STATE MENTAL HOSPITAL WASN'T FAR FROM THERE!!! Well Praise The Lord one of those girls finally missed me and came back for me. The Conference was wonderful. So uplifting. I cried with the speakers, I laughed with the speakers, I danced with the speakers. Well danced might not be the right word. It was more like a duck waddle. The seats were the most uncomfortable contraptions I ever put my body in. not enough room to even stretch good and so close you were jammed in like sardines. GET THE PICTURE? Anyway I MADE THAT DAY STILL MOVING albeit very slowly. The room in the motel was as hot and stuffy as a tomb but I slept some after a shower. Then comes the second day which got worse. The next day will have to wait 'cause I am just 'tuckered' out from reliving the first day. I'll just say this----- I COULD NOT GET OFF THE VAN WITHOUT HELP WHEN I GOT BACK TO THE CHURCH THAT NIGHT. If you want to hear THE REST OF THE STORY let me know and after I rest up I'll be glad to tell it. Right now I'd just like to say. Thank The Good Lord for those girls that let this 'ol' gal' hang on to their coat tails for the duration. GOD BLESS THEM!!!!! OH AND BY THE WAY I AM NOT GOING NEXT YEAR UNLESS I GROW WINGS. GRANNY
Isn't it a hard thing to have to give up and say, I'm TOO OLD, I CAN'T KEEP UP, I NEED HELP, MY DAY FOR THAT KIND OF THING HAVE COME TO A SCRECHING HALT, and other such things that you learn the hard way!! Last month I signed up to go to The Women Of Faith Conference in our State Capitol Of Little Rock Ar. about 3 hours away from my home. I was so excited when I got on that Church van and we pulled out. WOW!!! This is going to be great. Well Guys it never even once crossed my mind to wonder how a 63 (WELL ALMOST 64) year old Lady was going to keep up with a bunch of 'Younguns' They were all in their early to late 30's and low 40's. SOOO WHAT YOU SAY. I must have been in the twilight zone or some such place when I climbed on that van so excited with much anticipation. We were going to spend the night in a hotel. We had a conference Friday night and another one that lasted all day Saturday. We had to Park about 2 blocks away and walk up (AND I DO MEAN UP) to the Alltel Arena where it was held. I started falling behind right then. Those girls got out of the van and made a beline toward the Arena. I was left in their dust. They weren't even aware that I wasn't there anymore. I thought to myself,, NOW SELF, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW? I'm going to be standing out here in the dark 'bawling my eyes out and some policeman is going to come drag me away in a straight jacket. CAUSE SEE, I KNEW THAT THE STATE MENTAL HOSPITAL WASN'T FAR FROM THERE!!! Well Praise The Lord one of those girls finally missed me and came back for me. The Conference was wonderful. So uplifting. I cried with the speakers, I laughed with the speakers, I danced with the speakers. Well danced might not be the right word. It was more like a duck waddle. The seats were the most uncomfortable contraptions I ever put my body in. not enough room to even stretch good and so close you were jammed in like sardines. GET THE PICTURE? Anyway I MADE THAT DAY STILL MOVING albeit very slowly. The room in the motel was as hot and stuffy as a tomb but I slept some after a shower. Then comes the second day which got worse. The next day will have to wait 'cause I am just 'tuckered' out from reliving the first day. I'll just say this----- I COULD NOT GET OFF THE VAN WITHOUT HELP WHEN I GOT BACK TO THE CHURCH THAT NIGHT. If you want to hear THE REST OF THE STORY let me know and after I rest up I'll be glad to tell it. Right now I'd just like to say. Thank The Good Lord for those girls that let this 'ol' gal' hang on to their coat tails for the duration. GOD BLESS THEM!!!!! OH AND BY THE WAY I AM NOT GOING NEXT YEAR UNLESS I GROW WINGS. GRANNY
MOCKING BIRDS AND A CROW
5-19-08 MOCKING BIRDS AND A CROW
I was looking out the window this AM from my breakfast and there was a big black crow in a drainage ditch poking around and eating (no telling what) and all at once two Mockingbirds flew down. One got on either side of the crow and started dive bombing him. The crow tried fighting back for a while but that didn't work. Then he started trying to ignore the pesky mockingbirds. Well that didn't work either so that ol' crow just wore himself out trying to avoid them and keep at the task of poking around at the muck below him. I was wondering to myself, Now self why would those Mockingbirds be so presistent in trying to run off that ol' black crow. I don't think they want what that crow is consuming! Finally the crow grew weary enough to fly away and I thought to myself, Now self I'll see what those Mockingbirds were so mad about. Well those two little mockingbirds looked up for a while as if to say, " well we got rid of that sucker! And then they just gracefully flew away also. I still don't really know why the little birds were wanting to chace away that ol' crow but it just made me think. Isn't that just the way I am sometimes. If something or somebody don't look just right to me I just might try to chace whatever it is away. They didn't want what the crow had. They just didn't want the crow to have it either. Then there is another thing I thought about,- If you pester me enough I'll fly away too without knowing why. Sometimes it takes hanging in there and letting the bothersome things not be 'SO DAB BLAMED BOTHERSOME' !!!!!!!!!!
I was looking out the window this AM from my breakfast and there was a big black crow in a drainage ditch poking around and eating (no telling what) and all at once two Mockingbirds flew down. One got on either side of the crow and started dive bombing him. The crow tried fighting back for a while but that didn't work. Then he started trying to ignore the pesky mockingbirds. Well that didn't work either so that ol' crow just wore himself out trying to avoid them and keep at the task of poking around at the muck below him. I was wondering to myself, Now self why would those Mockingbirds be so presistent in trying to run off that ol' black crow. I don't think they want what that crow is consuming! Finally the crow grew weary enough to fly away and I thought to myself, Now self I'll see what those Mockingbirds were so mad about. Well those two little mockingbirds looked up for a while as if to say, " well we got rid of that sucker! And then they just gracefully flew away also. I still don't really know why the little birds were wanting to chace away that ol' crow but it just made me think. Isn't that just the way I am sometimes. If something or somebody don't look just right to me I just might try to chace whatever it is away. They didn't want what the crow had. They just didn't want the crow to have it either. Then there is another thing I thought about,- If you pester me enough I'll fly away too without knowing why. Sometimes it takes hanging in there and letting the bothersome things not be 'SO DAB BLAMED BOTHERSOME' !!!!!!!!!!
SOME MEMORIES
5-17-08...SOME MEMORIES
My Son was only 16 when he was killed in a car crash. I checked out of life for a while. (very bad thing to do) I even asked God to take me too but of course that was bad too. I wallowed in self pity for a long time, (YOU GUESSED IT BAD THING TO DO) I wouldn't talk about Richard to anyone just kept it all bottled up inside. I didn't sleep much, didn't eat much, quit my job, blocked out my Friends and Family, and just generally tried to stop living out in the open. These were all wrong but the worst thing I did was to stop going to Church and stopped Praying. Somehow God got through to me (He was the only one who could and I knew that but I was shutting him out also). God made me see that I had a life to live and people who loved and needed me. Richard was my only Child and my Pride and Joy and I was letting his memory stay in the recesses of my mind. God guided me through it and it wasn't easy but I finally decided to enjoy life again. I can and will talk about the tragedy now in hopes of helping other's in the same situation. I remember the good times with my Son and I can smile again. I Thank God for allowing me to have this precious boy in my life for 16 and 1/2 years. He was a Joy and I still feel Joy just thinking about him. Right now I am smiling through tears. Yes I do still cry sometimes but today I am also smiling!!!
My Son was only 16 when he was killed in a car crash. I checked out of life for a while. (very bad thing to do) I even asked God to take me too but of course that was bad too. I wallowed in self pity for a long time, (YOU GUESSED IT BAD THING TO DO) I wouldn't talk about Richard to anyone just kept it all bottled up inside. I didn't sleep much, didn't eat much, quit my job, blocked out my Friends and Family, and just generally tried to stop living out in the open. These were all wrong but the worst thing I did was to stop going to Church and stopped Praying. Somehow God got through to me (He was the only one who could and I knew that but I was shutting him out also). God made me see that I had a life to live and people who loved and needed me. Richard was my only Child and my Pride and Joy and I was letting his memory stay in the recesses of my mind. God guided me through it and it wasn't easy but I finally decided to enjoy life again. I can and will talk about the tragedy now in hopes of helping other's in the same situation. I remember the good times with my Son and I can smile again. I Thank God for allowing me to have this precious boy in my life for 16 and 1/2 years. He was a Joy and I still feel Joy just thinking about him. Right now I am smiling through tears. Yes I do still cry sometimes but today I am also smiling!!!
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