12-6-08...BLUE HORSES AND GREEN SNAKES
When we were in school we had paper called Blue Horse. It had a bind around the paper with a picture of a blue horse on it. You could collect those little blue horses and get neat things with them. Brenda and I put ours together and got bright red diaries. Oh So Pretty, and we could put all our secrets in them. Norman and Paul got a pup tent. Shoot, we liked that tent as much as we did our diaries so we told the boys we wanted to use it one night. Of course they said No Way so we went running to our Mamas and told on em. Make em' let us use the tent. We are not sposed' to be selvish. If they don't want you to use the tent then It is theirs girls. You got diaries. You coulda' got tents. But thats for boys we said. Yep! They sure are 'GIRLS'. Heck that backfired we'll hafta' try something else Brenda.
A few nights later the boys were gettin' ready to spend a night in their tent. They sat it up in our backyard, and were busy gettin' all their things together for their night of adventure in the wilderness. Oh! We were just so envious. Green eyed with jealousy. We decided we would both stay at Brenda's house so we wouldn't have too see them darn boys havin' fun. Durn little varmits anyway!
We gathered my things and went to Brenda's house. After supper it was still daylight so we were outside. There were those darn boys down there just havin' a grand ol' time and we couldn't hardly stand it. No siree! Brenda come on, we will stay at my house and go out there tonight and just scare the stuffins' outta' them! We better not Clydene, we'll get in trouble. Brenda I'm goin' home and I'll have all the fun by myself. Of course Brenda came with me as I knew she would.
Those long summer nights it seemed to take it a long time to get dark so we had a very nervous wait. Then of course it was a long time before the boys settled down and went to sleep. At least we thought they were asleep. Come on Brenda lets go. We were going to pull up the flap and throw in some water we had in a bucket, but first we were gonna' scratch on the sides of the tent. We got sticks and started scratchin' on both sides of the tent and trying to growl. But that is when we found out our Brothers were gettin' smart. They were laying in wait for us. We scratched and growled then went to the front and opened the flap to throw in the water. But the water came back on us cause the boys grabbed the bottom of the bucket and pushed up and emptied the water into our faces. Then we felt something crawling on us and we just came unwound, unhinged, and undone. We were dancin' and screamin' and just so scared we both wet our pants. The boys were laughin' so hard they were holdin' their bellies and out of breath. The things crawlin on us were little green garden snakes. Harmless except to two girls who had just had their plan backfire on them. We weren't really scared of the snakes but it was the surprise of the whole thing. We looked back and My Mama and Daddy were standing at the door laughing their heads Off. WELL HOW DARE THEY ALL LAUGH LIKE THAT!! And how did those boys know we were planning that anyway. HUH? How? Brenda someone told them was it you? Heck no Clydene do you think I'd come out here and know they were a'gonna' do that. We accused our parents then but they swore they didn't do it. The boys said they laid in the tent and watched us put the water bucket there earlier and figured it out. So they put the snakes in the bucket and just waited on us. Since Mama and Daddy didn't come runnin' to check out what was wrong I still think maybe they knew what was going to happen. I guess Norman and Paul were gettin smarter, and our Parents knew us well enough to know to expect something like that. Yep! Our Brothers were gettin' sneaky but they learned from pros' now didn't they. YEP!!!
Saturday, December 6, 2008
REBELLIOUS TEEN
12-5-08...REBELLIOUS TEEN
I've never been known for my patience. And Yes I'm stubborn as a mule. I admit it. I get my mind set on something and I hang on till I get knocked down. Then I'll be squirming to get back up. That is how it was when Mama told me I couldn't go to a dance with a boy. I was 13 and thought I was 30. Other girls my age were going. Well for one thing Clydene that boy is 17 and too old for you. And another thing You are too young to go on dates and You are not going.!! It aint fair, I never get to do nothin', You are mean, You don't want me to have friends, you ruin everything for me. I'm goin' no matter what you say!! Smack!!!! Young Lady you go sit over there and don't you move or say a word till I've decided what to do. Do about what!! Smack!!! Oh I wish I was dead. SMACK!! My ears were ringing by now and I still wouldn't shut up. It was winter and no peach tree limb handy so Mama got a fly swat and just wore my bottom out. I did sit down then but I grumbled under my breath for a while and Mama ignored me. She was cooking supper. Clydene set the table. NO! You told me not to get up!! UH OH!! I'd just gone too far this time. I'm leaving and I'm never comin back I hollered as I started toward the door. Now I've got her I said to myself, she'll be sorry now. Course I had no intention of leaving and I know now that My Mama knew I wasn't going nowhere fast.
I waited at the door for Mama to say come on back Clydene. You can go to the dance. But what she said was, Yes you are leaving Clydene, pack your clothes! What? Splutter splutter, What? I said pack your clothes. Come on I'll help you. Mama got a sack and headed to my room. NO MAMA! I'm not goin' I was kiddin'. No Clydene you were not kiddin' now you are goin'. Oh My gosh, My Mama had lost her mind I thought. No Mama No I don't want to go. Please don't make me go Please NO! I was blubberin' and snotin' and carrin' on like a bellerin' heiffer lookin' for her calf. I don't know how long this went on but My 9 yr. old brother finally said. Clydene tell Mama you are sorry. I don't want you to go, tell her you are sorry. He was cryin' now and so was Mama. I'm sorry Mama, I'm sorry I wont do it again I promise. Don't make me go. The three of us were huggin and cryin and sayin I love You when Daddy got home from the coal mine. He had black coal dust on him but he got in the bunch and hugged too. I'm crying right now just thinking about it. Mama had a good Idea to calm an arrogant 13 yr old girl who was gettin too big for her britches. (if i'd of had britches then) She cured me of that smart mouth. I'm still stubborn as a mule but I've learned that when you hurt someone that you love, IT HURTS YOU WORSE! I was in that rebellious stage and It didn't last long. I just loved and respected my Parents too much to hurt them. My brother Norman is pretty special too. There then for me, There now for me. Yep I am one blessed woman. Yep!
I've never been known for my patience. And Yes I'm stubborn as a mule. I admit it. I get my mind set on something and I hang on till I get knocked down. Then I'll be squirming to get back up. That is how it was when Mama told me I couldn't go to a dance with a boy. I was 13 and thought I was 30. Other girls my age were going. Well for one thing Clydene that boy is 17 and too old for you. And another thing You are too young to go on dates and You are not going.!! It aint fair, I never get to do nothin', You are mean, You don't want me to have friends, you ruin everything for me. I'm goin' no matter what you say!! Smack!!!! Young Lady you go sit over there and don't you move or say a word till I've decided what to do. Do about what!! Smack!!! Oh I wish I was dead. SMACK!! My ears were ringing by now and I still wouldn't shut up. It was winter and no peach tree limb handy so Mama got a fly swat and just wore my bottom out. I did sit down then but I grumbled under my breath for a while and Mama ignored me. She was cooking supper. Clydene set the table. NO! You told me not to get up!! UH OH!! I'd just gone too far this time. I'm leaving and I'm never comin back I hollered as I started toward the door. Now I've got her I said to myself, she'll be sorry now. Course I had no intention of leaving and I know now that My Mama knew I wasn't going nowhere fast.
I waited at the door for Mama to say come on back Clydene. You can go to the dance. But what she said was, Yes you are leaving Clydene, pack your clothes! What? Splutter splutter, What? I said pack your clothes. Come on I'll help you. Mama got a sack and headed to my room. NO MAMA! I'm not goin' I was kiddin'. No Clydene you were not kiddin' now you are goin'. Oh My gosh, My Mama had lost her mind I thought. No Mama No I don't want to go. Please don't make me go Please NO! I was blubberin' and snotin' and carrin' on like a bellerin' heiffer lookin' for her calf. I don't know how long this went on but My 9 yr. old brother finally said. Clydene tell Mama you are sorry. I don't want you to go, tell her you are sorry. He was cryin' now and so was Mama. I'm sorry Mama, I'm sorry I wont do it again I promise. Don't make me go. The three of us were huggin and cryin and sayin I love You when Daddy got home from the coal mine. He had black coal dust on him but he got in the bunch and hugged too. I'm crying right now just thinking about it. Mama had a good Idea to calm an arrogant 13 yr old girl who was gettin too big for her britches. (if i'd of had britches then) She cured me of that smart mouth. I'm still stubborn as a mule but I've learned that when you hurt someone that you love, IT HURTS YOU WORSE! I was in that rebellious stage and It didn't last long. I just loved and respected my Parents too much to hurt them. My brother Norman is pretty special too. There then for me, There now for me. Yep I am one blessed woman. Yep!
BE RESPECTFUL IF IT KILLS YOU!!!
12-5-08...BE RESPECTFUL IF IT KILLS YOU!!!
What ever happened to "Have respect for your elders?" This morning it seemed to have flown away somewhere. I went to the local WalMart for some things I needed. It was a mad house which I was expecting. This is such a beautiful time of year. We are supposed to be filled with Peace and Joy and Thankfulness to our Lord. Not so in that store today. In my day we helped anyone who we saw struggling no matter their age. And if they were older we sure did it without even thinking. Now I've been told I am elderly and I didn't like it one little bit because I don't consider myself to be elderly. But there were some in the store this morning who were definitely struggling. They were slow and not as quick thinking. They were just not able to hurry about. I saw so many younger faster people just about mow these dear saints down. Hollered at some to move outta the way. I was looking at some Christmas cards and a young lady just whomped me right in the rear and kept going. I hollered after her "EXCUSE ME" and she just kept going. Then a young boy (looked to be about 11) took hold of my cart and shoved it to the side with me still holding on. His Mom said "BE careful (his name) you are going to hurt yourself." Hurt Himself? What about me? He almost drug me down for heavens sake! My mama would have slapped me up side the head and made me say I'm sorry. But I can take care of myself very well Thank You. It was something else I saw that just curled my toes.
I got checked out and went out the door in to the front entrance. A little lady in one of those chairs with a basket on the front ( that the store supplies for their customers) was right behind me. Her husband was tottering along behind her and holding on to the chair for support. They had a big box in the basket that hung out too far and it hung in the door. The lady started crying and saying, "Oh no, we can't get out" She was really upset and her Husband was just standing there helplessly looking like he would cry too. The line of people standing behind them waiting to get out started sighing loud and rolling their eyes then they proceeded to go to the other door where people were coming in. Bumping carts and griping and being obnoxious. I just was stunned. I parked my cart by the window and went back to help them. I removed the box and sat it aside and helped them to exit the door. Then people started flooding on by and almost knocked the old man down. I looked back inside the store and one of the checkout girls was giggling her head off at the scene. My dander was gettin' up but I kept my cool. I said come on and I'll help you outside. I turned around to get my cart just in time to see a young man taking my purse out and getting ready to go with it. Well let me tell you , my cool was off now. "You stop right there you lowlife and put that back. He looked back at me and started to just go on. Now remember there were people all over the place and they just glanced and went on or stopped to watch. Well this 64 year old, not elderly, woman tackled him and hung on. I was biting and scratching and yelling and finally a woman I knew stopped and helped me. No one came out of the store though I know several saw the whole thing. We got my purse, I slapped the stuffins outta him and Said, You better get your fanny out of here right now or I am going to call the law. See I know the boy and all his family. I feel sorry for him and there is no need to go in to that, but he needs a chance to do better. I was madder than an ol wet hen but I didn't want to put more on him.
I don't know what happened to the old man and woman I had stopped to help but they must have gotten out and went on their way. If they Thanked me I never heard it. But that is OK. I'll sleep well tonight. I helped 3 people on their way and it didn't cost me a thing. My Mama and Daddy would be so prowd of me. I suspect they are in Heaven bragging on me right now. YEP
What ever happened to "Have respect for your elders?" This morning it seemed to have flown away somewhere. I went to the local WalMart for some things I needed. It was a mad house which I was expecting. This is such a beautiful time of year. We are supposed to be filled with Peace and Joy and Thankfulness to our Lord. Not so in that store today. In my day we helped anyone who we saw struggling no matter their age. And if they were older we sure did it without even thinking. Now I've been told I am elderly and I didn't like it one little bit because I don't consider myself to be elderly. But there were some in the store this morning who were definitely struggling. They were slow and not as quick thinking. They were just not able to hurry about. I saw so many younger faster people just about mow these dear saints down. Hollered at some to move outta the way. I was looking at some Christmas cards and a young lady just whomped me right in the rear and kept going. I hollered after her "EXCUSE ME" and she just kept going. Then a young boy (looked to be about 11) took hold of my cart and shoved it to the side with me still holding on. His Mom said "BE careful (his name) you are going to hurt yourself." Hurt Himself? What about me? He almost drug me down for heavens sake! My mama would have slapped me up side the head and made me say I'm sorry. But I can take care of myself very well Thank You. It was something else I saw that just curled my toes.
I got checked out and went out the door in to the front entrance. A little lady in one of those chairs with a basket on the front ( that the store supplies for their customers) was right behind me. Her husband was tottering along behind her and holding on to the chair for support. They had a big box in the basket that hung out too far and it hung in the door. The lady started crying and saying, "Oh no, we can't get out" She was really upset and her Husband was just standing there helplessly looking like he would cry too. The line of people standing behind them waiting to get out started sighing loud and rolling their eyes then they proceeded to go to the other door where people were coming in. Bumping carts and griping and being obnoxious. I just was stunned. I parked my cart by the window and went back to help them. I removed the box and sat it aside and helped them to exit the door. Then people started flooding on by and almost knocked the old man down. I looked back inside the store and one of the checkout girls was giggling her head off at the scene. My dander was gettin' up but I kept my cool. I said come on and I'll help you outside. I turned around to get my cart just in time to see a young man taking my purse out and getting ready to go with it. Well let me tell you , my cool was off now. "You stop right there you lowlife and put that back. He looked back at me and started to just go on. Now remember there were people all over the place and they just glanced and went on or stopped to watch. Well this 64 year old, not elderly, woman tackled him and hung on. I was biting and scratching and yelling and finally a woman I knew stopped and helped me. No one came out of the store though I know several saw the whole thing. We got my purse, I slapped the stuffins outta him and Said, You better get your fanny out of here right now or I am going to call the law. See I know the boy and all his family. I feel sorry for him and there is no need to go in to that, but he needs a chance to do better. I was madder than an ol wet hen but I didn't want to put more on him.
I don't know what happened to the old man and woman I had stopped to help but they must have gotten out and went on their way. If they Thanked me I never heard it. But that is OK. I'll sleep well tonight. I helped 3 people on their way and it didn't cost me a thing. My Mama and Daddy would be so prowd of me. I suspect they are in Heaven bragging on me right now. YEP
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