2-16-10...OL' TIP
As I look out my kitchen window across the field there are trees and a fence. There is a small outbuilding of some kind there also and it looks for all the world like the view from our back porch when I was a child. That view was the big persimmon tree where Brenda and I played, ate green persimmons, made a fort of saplings underneath it. We spent many a day in that special place where we told secrets, hid our goodies, and watched the sow have 6 little piglets one day. Fascinating. A paradise all our own. The railroad track was just to the right and that was where we first met Ol Tip. Tip was a big beautiful Collie dog of unknown age. He was walking down the track. We heard a train coming and started calling the dog to come to us, which he did. Waggin' his tail and lickin' our faces. He was skinny and started drinking out of the glasses of kool-aid we had brought out with us. We poured both glasses out in an old pie pan we had been making mud pies in. He drank it all and kept licking the dirty pan. Brenda go ask Auntie for something to feed him. No she will tell us to run him off. She wont let us keep him. Then I'll go ask my Mama. Clydene how many times have I told you not to pet strange dogs. She came with me to see the dog and I guess she had in mind to run it off and save us from a mean dog. Ethel, Come down here Mama hollered. Auntie came and either cause' Tip won them over or because we begged so convincingly Tip got to stay. He lived at both houses. He was at the bus stop with us every morning and there to meet us every evening. We both claimed him but I sure thought he loved me more. I did all I could to keep him at my house and Brenda did the same. Even the boys got in on this and it soon was an all out war between the clans. One day Brenda and I had a knock down drag out brawl. Scratchin' and clawin' and smakin', and even some of my famous bitin'. We were like two wild cats. Of course the boys ran and got our Mamas and the fight was over, but not for long. We would let it go for a day or two and here we would go again. Mama told me one day,"Now Clydene if this don't stop your Daddy is going to give Tip away". Oh No Mama, I love Tip and he's mine. Clydene he was a stray and Brenda loves him too. You two are going to have to share him or he can't stay. I guess auntie told Brenda the same thing cause' the fighting stopped. At least it stopped till' I heard Brenda outside one day calling Tip. "Brenda, shut up, Tip is here eating his supper. You shut up Clydene, He's my dog and you know it. Tip got started out there and I was callin' him back, Brenda was doing the same. Poor Ol' Tip got so confused, he'd start toward Brenda, I'd call him and he'd turn toward me. We just kept on till' Tip just turned and ran off the other way. Tip ran out to the Railroad track and started running up the way where we had first saw him. We both watched in horror as a train bumped him and threw him over in the grass. He's dead we both hollered and ran toward him. We were both cryin' and slobberin' all the way. When we got there Tip was laying on his side whining and his leg was bleeding'. We fell down on our knees there in the grass and stickers of some kind. Brenda grabbed hold of me as usual. (In crisis grab Clydene) I threw my arm around her and we cried and hugged for a long time. The boys and our Mama's came. Auntie went and got an old quilt that we had for a pallet in our fort. She rolled Tip over on the quilt and she and my Mama Carried him over to our fort which was the closest place. Tip wagged his tail and looked at us with love in his big brown eyes. Auntie got a straight board and Mama got some rags and they made a cast for Tips leg and tied it on with some elastic. Most dogs would growl or bite when they are hurt, but not Ol' Tip. Nosireee. Tip knew we all loved him and wouldn't hurt him. That night Brenda and I got to stay in the fort with Tip. The next night our Parents had a serious talk with us and we learned a hard lesson. We were so busy being jealous that we almost got Tip killed. Maybe He was running away from us and our bickering over him. We all worked at nursing Tip back to good health and he once again was our faithful companion but he walked with a limp the rest of his life. That was our reminder of how we had acted and we were sorry. We loved each other but we had our squabbles just like all kids do. Didn't matter though. I could call Brenda right now and ask for anything and she could do the same. The bond is strong in our family. Very strong! YEP!!!!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
SEASONS OF MY LIFE
2-16-10...Seasons Of My Life
My life has been simple. No fanfare, no big accomplishments. I'm not famous or rich, or beautiful. I never made a movie or sang on stage. I'm just me, A simple country girl that grew up in the south. I ran bare foot up dirt roads and through green pastures. I had Great Parents who taught me right from wrong then trusted that I would be as they raised me.. I became a born again Christian when I was ten years old. God guided my Parents life and He has guided mine.
I've never had much, never wanted much. I've had friends who betrayed me but more friends that didn't. I was a skinny girl, I'm a slightly overweight lady.
I draw on my beautiful memories to get me through a bad time. Sometimes I get Very Homesick for my Childhood. My childhood was happy. I was protected from the harshness of the world but at the same time I was taught what I would need to survive in it on my own.
If you think about it life has four seasons, not only in reality but also in our bodies. Spring is when we are fresh and new, bursting forth in full bloom with rosy cheeks and dimples little pink behinds. In the spring everything is refreshed after lying dormant as we had done in our Mothers womb waiting to come alive in the world. Everything sweet smelling, lots of smiles of adoration. It's then we need protectors like a soft new blossom that must withstand the ravages of weather and trampling feet. Our Parents are our protectors. Nourishing and watching us as we grow.. The very best times were in the springtime of my life.
Summer is a bit harsher but still a time of beauty and freshness. Still tender plants must withstand the hot harshness as they learn that every one is not tolerant of fresh sweetness and new life. It is hot and sticky and our tender leafs sometimes wither and fall off by the wayside lying there in the hot dust to die. A time of learning the realities of a not so tender and green plant. A time when we must learn to rely on our selves more. We still have some protection but we are urged to let go some and face more of the hard facts with our tender faces lifted up to the sunshine sometimes to sting from the harsh rays. We are moving on through life and we are learning that not all is beautiful and sweet and tender to us. That young spring bud has burst forth in bloom and must withstand harsh realities that they never knew existed in their springtime. It is not as easy as before but they have been prepared in the spring for what must come now.
Fall is another time of learning as we prepare for the coming dormant time. We are full grown. We have withstood the harsh summer and the air becomes crisp and nippy. We sometimes droop our heads wishing to again see the fresh springtime of our lives when things were easy and beautiful, loving and tender. No more are we beautiful and young but things along the way may have caused blemishes and flaws in our appearance. We now weep more and our leaves falter and trying to regain some dignity we strive toward the sun to remain warm and lively. We don't feel the gentle touches and love that was there in our first days of spring. Yet we feel the same inside. Still feeling young and vibrant only in a mature way. Our faces are sometimes drawn and wrinkled from the harsh rays of life. Inside we feel young but we realize that winter is coming and we can't slow time. Everything has a season of slowing down and contemplating what has come before. Of looking on our past mistakes and failings and wondering why. With winter approaching faster now we feel the need to hurry and slow down at the same time. A confused feeling of anticipation, wonder, and knowing. We don't know when the dormant season will come but we are ready in our hearts. We can now relax and once again enjoy the beauty around us as our foliage brightens in to splendor to glow and preen once again. The air is once again vibrant fresh and glorious. I love fall as I reflect on my Spring. I have come almost full circle now. I am ready for my winter though I don't really want it to hurry. I still have things to do so that I can leave behind something of beauty and newness for the spring once again.
I am in my winter now. I have endured. I have survived. I have led a full life that I was prepared for in my spring. My winter may be a long hard one or a short easy one. I don't know and neither do I ask. When winter ends and spring once again burst forth I will again be in the beautiful, fresh , vibrance of a new spring. Once again I will have warm loving arms to rest in and my second spring will never end. I have reached what I have striven for all the four seasons of my life but not quiet accomplishing. I am in a New Home. All my loved ones that have also come full circle will be there once again with me in our Heavenly Home with God. We will hear God say Well Done My Faithful Servant. You have done well. Welcome home!
I will enjoy my winter and hope for a long painless one as I quietly reflect on all four of my seasons. Winter is the longest hardest season of my life but I will enjoy it.
It will be a time of contemplation. Looking back to my Spring often with the fondest of memories of those beautiful days down on a dead end road by the rail road track. Of my Mama and Daddy and my Brother and I in that wonderful house that was our home. Full of love, protection, contentment, and so many memories that flood back so sweetly and so often to me now.
God Bless You all who read this. Cherish each day as if it were your very
last. Not everyone has as long a life. Some only have a short time to fulfill Gods purpose. Whatever season you are in now please enjoy and make the most of it.
My life has been simple. No fanfare, no big accomplishments. I'm not famous or rich, or beautiful. I never made a movie or sang on stage. I'm just me, A simple country girl that grew up in the south. I ran bare foot up dirt roads and through green pastures. I had Great Parents who taught me right from wrong then trusted that I would be as they raised me.. I became a born again Christian when I was ten years old. God guided my Parents life and He has guided mine.
I've never had much, never wanted much. I've had friends who betrayed me but more friends that didn't. I was a skinny girl, I'm a slightly overweight lady.
I draw on my beautiful memories to get me through a bad time. Sometimes I get Very Homesick for my Childhood. My childhood was happy. I was protected from the harshness of the world but at the same time I was taught what I would need to survive in it on my own.
If you think about it life has four seasons, not only in reality but also in our bodies. Spring is when we are fresh and new, bursting forth in full bloom with rosy cheeks and dimples little pink behinds. In the spring everything is refreshed after lying dormant as we had done in our Mothers womb waiting to come alive in the world. Everything sweet smelling, lots of smiles of adoration. It's then we need protectors like a soft new blossom that must withstand the ravages of weather and trampling feet. Our Parents are our protectors. Nourishing and watching us as we grow.. The very best times were in the springtime of my life.
Summer is a bit harsher but still a time of beauty and freshness. Still tender plants must withstand the hot harshness as they learn that every one is not tolerant of fresh sweetness and new life. It is hot and sticky and our tender leafs sometimes wither and fall off by the wayside lying there in the hot dust to die. A time of learning the realities of a not so tender and green plant. A time when we must learn to rely on our selves more. We still have some protection but we are urged to let go some and face more of the hard facts with our tender faces lifted up to the sunshine sometimes to sting from the harsh rays. We are moving on through life and we are learning that not all is beautiful and sweet and tender to us. That young spring bud has burst forth in bloom and must withstand harsh realities that they never knew existed in their springtime. It is not as easy as before but they have been prepared in the spring for what must come now.
Fall is another time of learning as we prepare for the coming dormant time. We are full grown. We have withstood the harsh summer and the air becomes crisp and nippy. We sometimes droop our heads wishing to again see the fresh springtime of our lives when things were easy and beautiful, loving and tender. No more are we beautiful and young but things along the way may have caused blemishes and flaws in our appearance. We now weep more and our leaves falter and trying to regain some dignity we strive toward the sun to remain warm and lively. We don't feel the gentle touches and love that was there in our first days of spring. Yet we feel the same inside. Still feeling young and vibrant only in a mature way. Our faces are sometimes drawn and wrinkled from the harsh rays of life. Inside we feel young but we realize that winter is coming and we can't slow time. Everything has a season of slowing down and contemplating what has come before. Of looking on our past mistakes and failings and wondering why. With winter approaching faster now we feel the need to hurry and slow down at the same time. A confused feeling of anticipation, wonder, and knowing. We don't know when the dormant season will come but we are ready in our hearts. We can now relax and once again enjoy the beauty around us as our foliage brightens in to splendor to glow and preen once again. The air is once again vibrant fresh and glorious. I love fall as I reflect on my Spring. I have come almost full circle now. I am ready for my winter though I don't really want it to hurry. I still have things to do so that I can leave behind something of beauty and newness for the spring once again.
I am in my winter now. I have endured. I have survived. I have led a full life that I was prepared for in my spring. My winter may be a long hard one or a short easy one. I don't know and neither do I ask. When winter ends and spring once again burst forth I will again be in the beautiful, fresh , vibrance of a new spring. Once again I will have warm loving arms to rest in and my second spring will never end. I have reached what I have striven for all the four seasons of my life but not quiet accomplishing. I am in a New Home. All my loved ones that have also come full circle will be there once again with me in our Heavenly Home with God. We will hear God say Well Done My Faithful Servant. You have done well. Welcome home!
I will enjoy my winter and hope for a long painless one as I quietly reflect on all four of my seasons. Winter is the longest hardest season of my life but I will enjoy it.
It will be a time of contemplation. Looking back to my Spring often with the fondest of memories of those beautiful days down on a dead end road by the rail road track. Of my Mama and Daddy and my Brother and I in that wonderful house that was our home. Full of love, protection, contentment, and so many memories that flood back so sweetly and so often to me now.
God Bless You all who read this. Cherish each day as if it were your very
last. Not everyone has as long a life. Some only have a short time to fulfill Gods purpose. Whatever season you are in now please enjoy and make the most of it.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
I'M A SENIOR CITIZEN
2-13-10...I'M A SENIOR CITIZEN
Sometimes I get to wondering just when I stopped lying about my age and started bragging about it. Somewhere between grade school and now I guess but I can't really remember that far back. A young Mother and I were talking one day and I don't remember a thing about the conversation but I said "Honey I'm soon to be 66 years old". She said, "Are you bragging about that". Kinda put me off for a second. How ridiculous could she get for Heavens sake. Heck fire that was a stupid question. That's the way with these younguns'. While I was standing there thinking about dressing her down good I was pondering a bit. Well Good Grief! I was bragging about it wasn't I. I sure nuff' was and it came to me loud and clear. Yep! Honey I'm real proud of my age. I want everyone around me to know how I got this way. I traveled a bunch of unpaved roads along the way. Some of them full of insurmountable boulders. I got over, through, or around every one of those suckers too. Hey sure I'm proud.
Seems like I got over the hill without getting to the top. The top is still to come and by golly I'll get there too someday.
Age don't just float down and arrive on wings or clouds honey. It has a bunch of pot holes,pit falls, stops, and jerks. It is kind of like those people who have climbed a big high mountain except for one thing. The mountain I have climbed has meant something. It took years and many many trials and heartache but along the way there has been happy days, accomplishments and satisfaction.
Another great thing about my age honey is I can get by with things more than I used to. Not bad things mind you but things like stepping on your toe if you get me upset. You wont strike out at me. I'll say Oh Honey I'm sorry. You'll be thinking you'd like to spank my rear like you would your kids. What you will say is Oh honey that's Ok. I know you didn't mean to do it. I can go to the front of the line usually because She's old Let her go first. Poor old thing.
Aging is not for sissies honey. The spoiled and coddled people today better do something fast or they aint gonna make it.
If I slid down a steep bank of gravel and dirt on my backside and went home bleeding, my Mamma washed the dirt out and poured Merthiolate in the wound besides spanking me if I was doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing. If your child comes home in that shape you'll rush him to the ER and the cops will be called. You weren't watching your kids close enough honey and child welfare will watch you for years. And Don't even dare to wear their little hiney's out with a peach tree switch.
I'm forgetful I know but that can be good also. A lot of things in my life I don't want to remember anyway. I might call you Jenny when your name is Sally but you wont mind. Here comes that poor old thing again.
I am more positive minded now Honey. Been there, done that, learned the lesson if there was one. I don't care much what people think anymore and that is a big relief.
So I guess the answer to your question(let's see what was the question? Oh yes Am I bragging about my age) I like being old, I have reached my goals mostly, overcome my obstacles and I'm still here. I like the person I am now. Honey I know I'm not going to live forever here on this earth but while I'm here I'm not planning on wasting a lot of time on trivial things. Yep? I'm 65 years old soon to be 66 and I'm just as proud as I can be about that. Yep Mighty proud even with my wrinkles, aches, and everything that comes out or off at night. I've earned every one of them. Yep!!
Sometimes I get to wondering just when I stopped lying about my age and started bragging about it. Somewhere between grade school and now I guess but I can't really remember that far back. A young Mother and I were talking one day and I don't remember a thing about the conversation but I said "Honey I'm soon to be 66 years old". She said, "Are you bragging about that". Kinda put me off for a second. How ridiculous could she get for Heavens sake. Heck fire that was a stupid question. That's the way with these younguns'. While I was standing there thinking about dressing her down good I was pondering a bit. Well Good Grief! I was bragging about it wasn't I. I sure nuff' was and it came to me loud and clear. Yep! Honey I'm real proud of my age. I want everyone around me to know how I got this way. I traveled a bunch of unpaved roads along the way. Some of them full of insurmountable boulders. I got over, through, or around every one of those suckers too. Hey sure I'm proud.
Seems like I got over the hill without getting to the top. The top is still to come and by golly I'll get there too someday.
Age don't just float down and arrive on wings or clouds honey. It has a bunch of pot holes,pit falls, stops, and jerks. It is kind of like those people who have climbed a big high mountain except for one thing. The mountain I have climbed has meant something. It took years and many many trials and heartache but along the way there has been happy days, accomplishments and satisfaction.
Another great thing about my age honey is I can get by with things more than I used to. Not bad things mind you but things like stepping on your toe if you get me upset. You wont strike out at me. I'll say Oh Honey I'm sorry. You'll be thinking you'd like to spank my rear like you would your kids. What you will say is Oh honey that's Ok. I know you didn't mean to do it. I can go to the front of the line usually because She's old Let her go first. Poor old thing.
Aging is not for sissies honey. The spoiled and coddled people today better do something fast or they aint gonna make it.
If I slid down a steep bank of gravel and dirt on my backside and went home bleeding, my Mamma washed the dirt out and poured Merthiolate in the wound besides spanking me if I was doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing. If your child comes home in that shape you'll rush him to the ER and the cops will be called. You weren't watching your kids close enough honey and child welfare will watch you for years. And Don't even dare to wear their little hiney's out with a peach tree switch.
I'm forgetful I know but that can be good also. A lot of things in my life I don't want to remember anyway. I might call you Jenny when your name is Sally but you wont mind. Here comes that poor old thing again.
I am more positive minded now Honey. Been there, done that, learned the lesson if there was one. I don't care much what people think anymore and that is a big relief.
So I guess the answer to your question(let's see what was the question? Oh yes Am I bragging about my age) I like being old, I have reached my goals mostly, overcome my obstacles and I'm still here. I like the person I am now. Honey I know I'm not going to live forever here on this earth but while I'm here I'm not planning on wasting a lot of time on trivial things. Yep? I'm 65 years old soon to be 66 and I'm just as proud as I can be about that. Yep Mighty proud even with my wrinkles, aches, and everything that comes out or off at night. I've earned every one of them. Yep!!
LET IT RUN IT'S COURSE
2-13-10...LET IT RUN IT'S COURSE
I looked out this morning to all the patches of snow still on the ground and saw something that gave me hope. Could it be I thought? Oh yes it sure could be and it is. There under a patch of melting snow is little green shoots peeping out of the ground. Daffodils and Jonquils are planted there and they are certainly making themselves known to the cold weather. "Hey I'm here you can go on now, It is my turn". Did you hear them say that? Yep I sure did. I can't help but think that if that delicate little green sprout can push it's way up through the hard frozen ground that I need to stop complaining about getting up out of my chair or bending down to pick up something from the floor.
Everything seems new and alive in the spring and I love it. I sure hope my old winter body will make the transition once again. Now you all know that I love the winter snow but my body doesn't like it any more and I guess I'm going to have to go along with that. After all I don't have a replacement so gotta get along with this one.
I have had many obstacles and let downs to deal with this winter but those little green sprigs making their way out of the frozen ground gave me a new outlook. It does each year but each year it seems more so too. Some how everything seems brighter and less overwhelming with the sunshine smiling down on you and the green's and pastels of Spring are there to brighten things up.
Sometimes I get too cocky and just go through every day like I am entitled to it. I need to watch that more because every time I get too sure of myself a tragedy, disappointment, or set back of some kind will come in my life and remind me how fast everything could be snatched away from me. In the twinkling of an eye.
Everything awakens in the spring with those crisp and fierce March winds before it finally settles down to the warm and gentle April showers. The showers bring forth all the beautiful flowers by giving them the water we all need to grow. . The trees are budding and the warmth has taken away the chill of winter. But now don't be too hard on winter because it has it's functions too. It keeps things dormant to give them the strength they need to come alive in all their glory once again. Besides if there was no winter we likely wouldn't enjoy Spring so much. If we didn't sometimes see adversities the good things wouldn't be so welcome and appreciated. That is the way of The seasons. Each one has it's place just as the seasons of our lives have theirs. Winter never lasts forever and spring will always come. Spring will soon return but old man winter still had control for a spell yet. Just let it run it's course Clydene, you can't hurry God. That's just the way of it. YEP!
I looked out this morning to all the patches of snow still on the ground and saw something that gave me hope. Could it be I thought? Oh yes it sure could be and it is. There under a patch of melting snow is little green shoots peeping out of the ground. Daffodils and Jonquils are planted there and they are certainly making themselves known to the cold weather. "Hey I'm here you can go on now, It is my turn". Did you hear them say that? Yep I sure did. I can't help but think that if that delicate little green sprout can push it's way up through the hard frozen ground that I need to stop complaining about getting up out of my chair or bending down to pick up something from the floor.
Everything seems new and alive in the spring and I love it. I sure hope my old winter body will make the transition once again. Now you all know that I love the winter snow but my body doesn't like it any more and I guess I'm going to have to go along with that. After all I don't have a replacement so gotta get along with this one.
I have had many obstacles and let downs to deal with this winter but those little green sprigs making their way out of the frozen ground gave me a new outlook. It does each year but each year it seems more so too. Some how everything seems brighter and less overwhelming with the sunshine smiling down on you and the green's and pastels of Spring are there to brighten things up.
Sometimes I get too cocky and just go through every day like I am entitled to it. I need to watch that more because every time I get too sure of myself a tragedy, disappointment, or set back of some kind will come in my life and remind me how fast everything could be snatched away from me. In the twinkling of an eye.
Everything awakens in the spring with those crisp and fierce March winds before it finally settles down to the warm and gentle April showers. The showers bring forth all the beautiful flowers by giving them the water we all need to grow. . The trees are budding and the warmth has taken away the chill of winter. But now don't be too hard on winter because it has it's functions too. It keeps things dormant to give them the strength they need to come alive in all their glory once again. Besides if there was no winter we likely wouldn't enjoy Spring so much. If we didn't sometimes see adversities the good things wouldn't be so welcome and appreciated. That is the way of The seasons. Each one has it's place just as the seasons of our lives have theirs. Winter never lasts forever and spring will always come. Spring will soon return but old man winter still had control for a spell yet. Just let it run it's course Clydene, you can't hurry God. That's just the way of it. YEP!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
HER NAME WAS HELEN
2-9-10...HER NAME WAS HELEN
She arrived one day, unwanted and different.
We weren't prepared for the likes of her.
She didn't fit in and we were selfish.
She just was not the way we were.
We were young, that's no excuse,
but her ways weren't what we were taught.
A lack of understanding that's what it was,
without knowing just what she thought.
Her clothes weren't clean, her body unwashed,
made being around her a chore for me.
But then there was that issue of a soft heart
that's how Mamma taught me to be.
As days went by easy won out,
I rejected her just like the rest.
She soon was gone from amongst our midst
which put an end to this test.
Didn't think about Helen for many a year,
except when my conscience would ache.
Then I saw her again and I said I'm Sorry
But My apology she would not take.
I think of this now and wish it were different,
but going back is never done.
And I learned a hard lesson and sometimes I wonder,
Was it Helen or I that has won.
She arrived one day, unwanted and different.
We weren't prepared for the likes of her.
She didn't fit in and we were selfish.
She just was not the way we were.
We were young, that's no excuse,
but her ways weren't what we were taught.
A lack of understanding that's what it was,
without knowing just what she thought.
Her clothes weren't clean, her body unwashed,
made being around her a chore for me.
But then there was that issue of a soft heart
that's how Mamma taught me to be.
As days went by easy won out,
I rejected her just like the rest.
She soon was gone from amongst our midst
which put an end to this test.
Didn't think about Helen for many a year,
except when my conscience would ache.
Then I saw her again and I said I'm Sorry
But My apology she would not take.
I think of this now and wish it were different,
but going back is never done.
And I learned a hard lesson and sometimes I wonder,
Was it Helen or I that has won.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Richard, February 5th 1971
2-5-10...Richard, February 5th 1971
Thirty nine years ago today at app. 12:15 Pm A little bundle was placed in my arms wrapped cocoon like in a blue blanket. He had his fist up trying to suck on it and was making those sweet little baby sounds. I unwrapped my bundle slowly examining and counting every finger and toe. I looked inside the diaper. They told me it was a boy but I wanted to make sure and couldn't really tell by the bald head. I checked each part of this treasure separately and made sure nothing was amiss. I pronounced him Superior, perfect, magnificent , and all mine. I kissed every spot on that tiny body that I could manage. I told him I loved him more than my life and that I would die for him if need be. I told him his name was Richard Don and that he was my pride and joy, my reason for living from there on.
He was a joy to me. Those first five years sailed by and I guess I thought it was all going to be like this. I had so much fun and happiness during those years. I'll always have them to look back on with gratitude and wonder.
The first inkling I had that my bubble was about to burst was when I realized that Richard was soon to go to school. I dreaded the day but it finally came and it tore my heart out. But Richard was fine, he liked school. I was never like other Mothers who couldn't wait for school to start every year. I was never happy to see him go off to school. I was losing my baby and I knew it. I still had no inkling of the greater pain and heartache to come.
Richard never got too big for me to hug and kiss and he never thought he was. Mamma's hugged and kissed their kids, he accepted that.
The next few summers were the happiest times of my life. I had Richard home with me. I watched him grow and get more mature and still he was my baby. He didn't mind me calling him baby. I never would in front of his friends though. I knew that would be embarrassing for him.
Richard never grew away from me in his short 16 years even though he was kept away from me. And when he got taller than me he would bend down so that I could hugg' his neck and kiss his cheek.
I lost my baby forever when he was only sixteen years old. Thirty nine years ago and seems like yesterday. Part of me went with him. I just didn't think I would ever be able to bear it. Sometimes I still think I can't bear it.
Today I have tried to keep busy and keep my mind off the heartache but just like other years it doesn't work. My mind goes back to that day when all was fresh and new and wonderful. When roses bloomed in my room and birds chirped in the trees outside. I can still smell those roses blended with that wondrous baby smell and everything was sweet and precious. A time I thought would always be in my mind ,even though I had to know it couldn't be.
A never ending sorrow is how my life is now but I have learned I need to cope with it. Not really accept it gladly but live with it and still find goodness, happiness, and some contentment. To still be able to have a good laugh at times even though there are also times of sorrow and weeping.
February 5th 1971 was a precious day but February 5th 2010 has been a tortuous day . A day of crying and reflecting. A sad day indeed. By the Grace Of God I have again survived this day and I am Thankful.
Thirty nine years ago today at app. 12:15 Pm A little bundle was placed in my arms wrapped cocoon like in a blue blanket. He had his fist up trying to suck on it and was making those sweet little baby sounds. I unwrapped my bundle slowly examining and counting every finger and toe. I looked inside the diaper. They told me it was a boy but I wanted to make sure and couldn't really tell by the bald head. I checked each part of this treasure separately and made sure nothing was amiss. I pronounced him Superior, perfect, magnificent , and all mine. I kissed every spot on that tiny body that I could manage. I told him I loved him more than my life and that I would die for him if need be. I told him his name was Richard Don and that he was my pride and joy, my reason for living from there on.
He was a joy to me. Those first five years sailed by and I guess I thought it was all going to be like this. I had so much fun and happiness during those years. I'll always have them to look back on with gratitude and wonder.
The first inkling I had that my bubble was about to burst was when I realized that Richard was soon to go to school. I dreaded the day but it finally came and it tore my heart out. But Richard was fine, he liked school. I was never like other Mothers who couldn't wait for school to start every year. I was never happy to see him go off to school. I was losing my baby and I knew it. I still had no inkling of the greater pain and heartache to come.
Richard never got too big for me to hug and kiss and he never thought he was. Mamma's hugged and kissed their kids, he accepted that.
The next few summers were the happiest times of my life. I had Richard home with me. I watched him grow and get more mature and still he was my baby. He didn't mind me calling him baby. I never would in front of his friends though. I knew that would be embarrassing for him.
Richard never grew away from me in his short 16 years even though he was kept away from me. And when he got taller than me he would bend down so that I could hugg' his neck and kiss his cheek.
I lost my baby forever when he was only sixteen years old. Thirty nine years ago and seems like yesterday. Part of me went with him. I just didn't think I would ever be able to bear it. Sometimes I still think I can't bear it.
Today I have tried to keep busy and keep my mind off the heartache but just like other years it doesn't work. My mind goes back to that day when all was fresh and new and wonderful. When roses bloomed in my room and birds chirped in the trees outside. I can still smell those roses blended with that wondrous baby smell and everything was sweet and precious. A time I thought would always be in my mind ,even though I had to know it couldn't be.
A never ending sorrow is how my life is now but I have learned I need to cope with it. Not really accept it gladly but live with it and still find goodness, happiness, and some contentment. To still be able to have a good laugh at times even though there are also times of sorrow and weeping.
February 5th 1971 was a precious day but February 5th 2010 has been a tortuous day . A day of crying and reflecting. A sad day indeed. By the Grace Of God I have again survived this day and I am Thankful.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
MY PATCHWORK QUILT
2-3-10...MY PATCHWORK QUILT
My Grandma sewed all the time. She loved and enjoyed it. Her liking to sew was a bonus because it sure was helpful to our family. She made clothes for us. She made quilts, pillows, sheets & pillow cases, rag rugs for our cold floor, and after we wore those things out she patched and mended them for us to use again. She made the most beautiful crocheted doilies you ever saw and made scarves with beautiful embroidery pattern on them. If she made my Mamma and me a dress she put in a wide hem on mine. I grew so fast that hem was let down many times to accommodate my long legs.
Since my Grandma loved to sew so much she wanted me to do it too. That just was not my thing then or now. It just never caught on to me. Mending and button sewing is my limit.
Grandma was passionate about me making a quilt and I just kept refusing to try. I guess my brain finally kicked in to the fact that this would make my Grandma very happy and I finally agreed to make a quilt.
First thing we did was gather up all the scraps we could to cut the blocks from. Grandma cut them out that first day and she talked to me as she cut. Most of the pieces I knew as my families clothes. Grandma and I talked about each piece. I outgrew this and Norman completely tore this up past mending. Your Mamma wore this when, Whatever, this is my old dress, and this is your Daddies shirt. She told me that one day I would look at this quilt and remember this day and how my family had looked when they wore these original things. I didn't know or understand the significance of that then but I sure do now.
I think I was about eight when we first started this project. Grandma made the tiniest stitches and she wanted me to do the same. My stitches never got as neat or nice as Grandma's but they certainly improved with time as you can tell by examining the quilt now. It was a hard process that took to my teen years. Sometimes I got flustered and wanted to quit but the hurt look on my Grandma's face took care of that every time.
Now came the actual quilting. The quilt was put in the frame and stretched tight. First Grandma added the cotton on the backside and usually an old sheet on that and basted the outsides and down the middle. I tried to find a picture of the old quilting frames we used but could not. They were hung from the ceiling and let down to chair level when the quilting took place. As each area was done the quilt was rolled up to the next section and so on till you reached the last section. Someone was on each side of the quilt. Sometimes just My Mamma, My Grandma, and me but other times lots of ladies would be there for a quilting bee. When the last section came and only two could really quilt it was my Grandma and me who finished it. Next was the hemming and we did that together too.
Over the six or so years this project went on I learned a lot of values of what was important and what was not. I learned a lot about love, perseverance, and priories. And I learned that Family is so important to me. I learned respect and thankfulness like I may not have known before.
Yesterday I was putting some things in my cedar chest and there was that quilt all packed in a quilt bag and protected. It has never been used much and I felt Grandma right there beside me telling me not to give up, not to say I can't but say I'll try, Yes you can do it Clydene, You can do anything you want to do bad enough. I just got to thinking, here I am soon to be 66 years old and there is a piece of my history. That quit was started 58 years ago, can you imagine that? It was hard for me but I took that precious quilt out of it's protective cocoon and laid it out on my bed for all to see and touch. I examined all the little squares and remembered my family in them just like my Grandma told me I would. I cried and I laughed as I remembered all those days that my Grandma took her time with me and loved me enough to want this for me even though she can't be here to see it. Why did it take me almost 60 years to experience this? I don't really know but I do know I needed that yesterday. Thank You Grandma for all your love and sacrifice for me. I'll enjoy this quilt for a long time to come. I love You Grandma
My Grandma sewed all the time. She loved and enjoyed it. Her liking to sew was a bonus because it sure was helpful to our family. She made clothes for us. She made quilts, pillows, sheets & pillow cases, rag rugs for our cold floor, and after we wore those things out she patched and mended them for us to use again. She made the most beautiful crocheted doilies you ever saw and made scarves with beautiful embroidery pattern on them. If she made my Mamma and me a dress she put in a wide hem on mine. I grew so fast that hem was let down many times to accommodate my long legs.
Since my Grandma loved to sew so much she wanted me to do it too. That just was not my thing then or now. It just never caught on to me. Mending and button sewing is my limit.
Grandma was passionate about me making a quilt and I just kept refusing to try. I guess my brain finally kicked in to the fact that this would make my Grandma very happy and I finally agreed to make a quilt.
First thing we did was gather up all the scraps we could to cut the blocks from. Grandma cut them out that first day and she talked to me as she cut. Most of the pieces I knew as my families clothes. Grandma and I talked about each piece. I outgrew this and Norman completely tore this up past mending. Your Mamma wore this when, Whatever, this is my old dress, and this is your Daddies shirt. She told me that one day I would look at this quilt and remember this day and how my family had looked when they wore these original things. I didn't know or understand the significance of that then but I sure do now.
I think I was about eight when we first started this project. Grandma made the tiniest stitches and she wanted me to do the same. My stitches never got as neat or nice as Grandma's but they certainly improved with time as you can tell by examining the quilt now. It was a hard process that took to my teen years. Sometimes I got flustered and wanted to quit but the hurt look on my Grandma's face took care of that every time.
Now came the actual quilting. The quilt was put in the frame and stretched tight. First Grandma added the cotton on the backside and usually an old sheet on that and basted the outsides and down the middle. I tried to find a picture of the old quilting frames we used but could not. They were hung from the ceiling and let down to chair level when the quilting took place. As each area was done the quilt was rolled up to the next section and so on till you reached the last section. Someone was on each side of the quilt. Sometimes just My Mamma, My Grandma, and me but other times lots of ladies would be there for a quilting bee. When the last section came and only two could really quilt it was my Grandma and me who finished it. Next was the hemming and we did that together too.
Over the six or so years this project went on I learned a lot of values of what was important and what was not. I learned a lot about love, perseverance, and priories. And I learned that Family is so important to me. I learned respect and thankfulness like I may not have known before.
Yesterday I was putting some things in my cedar chest and there was that quilt all packed in a quilt bag and protected. It has never been used much and I felt Grandma right there beside me telling me not to give up, not to say I can't but say I'll try, Yes you can do it Clydene, You can do anything you want to do bad enough. I just got to thinking, here I am soon to be 66 years old and there is a piece of my history. That quit was started 58 years ago, can you imagine that? It was hard for me but I took that precious quilt out of it's protective cocoon and laid it out on my bed for all to see and touch. I examined all the little squares and remembered my family in them just like my Grandma told me I would. I cried and I laughed as I remembered all those days that my Grandma took her time with me and loved me enough to want this for me even though she can't be here to see it. Why did it take me almost 60 years to experience this? I don't really know but I do know I needed that yesterday. Thank You Grandma for all your love and sacrifice for me. I'll enjoy this quilt for a long time to come. I love You Grandma
Monday, February 1, 2010
LIGHTING IN THE 40's
2-1-10...LIGHTING IN THE 40's
I'll never forget the day we got electricity in our house. We were the last in the area to get it because we were at the dead end of the road and had to wait until the workers got there with the lines. I suspect also there was a problem with Daddy getting enough money to pay for the installation.
We had coal oil lamps and I remember sitting at the kitchen table to do my homework with one of them in front of me. As a matter of fact I have that same one right here on my dresser. I chipped the globe one night messing with it when I shouldn't have been. That chip is there to remind me.
The crew was working up at the end of the road that morning very early setting poles and stringing wires. Daddy walked up that road all day until they got it to our house. After I got up I took every step he did. It was a fascinating thing for me to watch but I suspect not near as great as it was for my Daddy. After all he knew what it would mean to us and I didn't. I just thought the lamps we used were all there was. I can still see my Mamma and Daddy's faces when they finally got the power on and going. Daddy had hired his cousin to help him wire the house. There were wires hanging from the high ceilings with a light socket for the bulb to be screwed in. It had a chain on the end to pull to get the light on. One of the workers came in the house to be sure it was working. Daddy lifted me up and let me have the honors of pulling the chain for the first time. That humble but joyous look on my Parents faces was the one I saw every time there was an event like that in our lives. Humble people who appreciated everything they had and never were envious of anyone else who had more. That was the reason I was and am so proud of that house and everything that went along with it.
It was still daylight when it was finished so it was turned off and we waited till dark. That was a wonderful moment when that room lit up. I thought that was the brightest light I had ever seen in my life and I guess it was.
Till then we had a big ol' battery operated radio. Daddy had somehow got an electric one from somewhere and had it ready. I think someone gave it to him for some work he did for them but I'm not really sure.
NO plug ins on the wall. There was an attachment between the bulb and the fixture with a place for plugging in a cord. I didn't get to do that, Daddy did because he said it was dangerous. The radio was plugged in and a station found which wasn't very plain. The old battery one sounded better they said. But on Saturday night Mamma tuned in the Grand Ol' Opry and she was tickled pink Daddy said.
Oh my goodness those days were magical for me. I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. Know What? I still think that. YEP!!!
I'll never forget the day we got electricity in our house. We were the last in the area to get it because we were at the dead end of the road and had to wait until the workers got there with the lines. I suspect also there was a problem with Daddy getting enough money to pay for the installation.
We had coal oil lamps and I remember sitting at the kitchen table to do my homework with one of them in front of me. As a matter of fact I have that same one right here on my dresser. I chipped the globe one night messing with it when I shouldn't have been. That chip is there to remind me.
The crew was working up at the end of the road that morning very early setting poles and stringing wires. Daddy walked up that road all day until they got it to our house. After I got up I took every step he did. It was a fascinating thing for me to watch but I suspect not near as great as it was for my Daddy. After all he knew what it would mean to us and I didn't. I just thought the lamps we used were all there was. I can still see my Mamma and Daddy's faces when they finally got the power on and going. Daddy had hired his cousin to help him wire the house. There were wires hanging from the high ceilings with a light socket for the bulb to be screwed in. It had a chain on the end to pull to get the light on. One of the workers came in the house to be sure it was working. Daddy lifted me up and let me have the honors of pulling the chain for the first time. That humble but joyous look on my Parents faces was the one I saw every time there was an event like that in our lives. Humble people who appreciated everything they had and never were envious of anyone else who had more. That was the reason I was and am so proud of that house and everything that went along with it.
It was still daylight when it was finished so it was turned off and we waited till dark. That was a wonderful moment when that room lit up. I thought that was the brightest light I had ever seen in my life and I guess it was.
Till then we had a big ol' battery operated radio. Daddy had somehow got an electric one from somewhere and had it ready. I think someone gave it to him for some work he did for them but I'm not really sure.
NO plug ins on the wall. There was an attachment between the bulb and the fixture with a place for plugging in a cord. I didn't get to do that, Daddy did because he said it was dangerous. The radio was plugged in and a station found which wasn't very plain. The old battery one sounded better they said. But on Saturday night Mamma tuned in the Grand Ol' Opry and she was tickled pink Daddy said.
Oh my goodness those days were magical for me. I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. Know What? I still think that. YEP!!!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
PETS AND THEIR POOP
1-31-10...PETS AND THEIR POOP
I have always had a dog. The only time I remember not having one was when I lived in town where you couldn't let your pets be free. You could only have 1 and it had to be penned. I had a little dog in the house but I also had an outside dog when we moved there. I had always lived in the country where my dog could run free and I just couldn't stand to pen her up. I left her with my Brother in-law in the country because I knew she would be so unhappy penned. My little dog was old and I had to have him put to sleep that winter.
Some little kittens showed up on my doorstep. I am not a cat person I've always preferred dogs but they were cute and I decided to feed them and claim them. I hadn't heartd of any ordinance on cats but to have appropiate shots.
Now My neighbors who lived almost at my back door had two dogs which they kept penned. NO Problem until I noticed that she came home from work every evening and let her dogs out for exercise. Of course there was no way that they wouldn't get in my yard which I didn't mind at all till I started stepping in poop right in front of my steps. I knew she couldn't do anything about the pooping but I saw her cleaning it up in her yard and the pen so I mentioned to her that they werepooping on me too. If we were going to be friends that put a stop to that. She didn't pick up the poop at my house and said it wasn't her dogs that did it so it kept up and I picked it up or stepped in it (even though I had seen her dog do it several times). . Whichever came first. We lived up on a hill that had a vacant area down in front so I threw the poop down there even though I wanted to deposit it on her steps.
Now back to the kittens. They started sitting on her porch in the evening where she had a rug. I saw her kicking them several times and I was beginning to steam at the mouth trying to keep quiet. One night we had company and we were all in the kitchen eating and visiting when there was a knock on our door. I went to the door and she stood there with one cat in each hane. She tossed them inside my door and said, “Keep these cats in the house and off my porch”. Ok now I've had enough of this crap so I said, “Keep your dogs in the house and don't let them poop at my steps anymore”. Oh My goodness. This would probably have been an all out war except that I never saw poop again and I gave the kittens to my Preachers kids. I never saw her pick up the poop but I did notice that she made sure her dogs were in the front yard from then on. Why didn't she do that in the first place I don't know. In her front yard they had a big area to run and poop. GOOD GRIEF!!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
MY SOAP BOX FOR TODAY
1-29-10...MY SOAP BOX FOR TODAY!
Conceit is thinking more highly of yourself & your acompolishments than anyone else does and then trying to push those things or thoughts on everyone. It is not recognizing what others think about you because you think you are above it. I have met a lot of these conceited people. When I was asked just what I considered conceited I looked up the meaning in my Websters dictionary just to be sure and it went along with what I thought it was.
There is someone in my life right now that matches all the definitions of conceited. They never make a mistake and if they do they will never admit it. Telling them of a mistake brings their fangs out. How dare I persume to say they made a mistake. Why That is unheard of.
No one is an Iland or an enity unto themselves. I need all my friends to point out my mistakes and shortcomings in a loving manner. Constructive critism should be accepted and we should be thankful for it. But to attempt to advise a conceited person is like whistling against the wind.
Once upon a time there was a mistake
So silly so small
That no one would even have noticed it
It couldn't bear
To see itself to hear of itself
It invented all manner of things
Just to prove
That it didn't really exist
It invented space
To put its proofs in
And time to keep its proofs
And the world to see its proofs
All it invented
Was not so silly
Nor so small
But was of course mistaken
Could it have been otherwise?TEE HEE How'd You like my poem?
OK I'm through with this soap box. Wanna Borrow it??
Conceit is thinking more highly of yourself & your acompolishments than anyone else does and then trying to push those things or thoughts on everyone. It is not recognizing what others think about you because you think you are above it. I have met a lot of these conceited people. When I was asked just what I considered conceited I looked up the meaning in my Websters dictionary just to be sure and it went along with what I thought it was.
There is someone in my life right now that matches all the definitions of conceited. They never make a mistake and if they do they will never admit it. Telling them of a mistake brings their fangs out. How dare I persume to say they made a mistake. Why That is unheard of.
No one is an Iland or an enity unto themselves. I need all my friends to point out my mistakes and shortcomings in a loving manner. Constructive critism should be accepted and we should be thankful for it. But to attempt to advise a conceited person is like whistling against the wind.
Once upon a time there was a mistake
So silly so small
That no one would even have noticed it
It couldn't bear
To see itself to hear of itself
It invented all manner of things
Just to prove
That it didn't really exist
It invented space
To put its proofs in
And time to keep its proofs
And the world to see its proofs
All it invented
Was not so silly
Nor so small
But was of course mistaken
Could it have been otherwise?TEE HEE How'd You like my poem?
OK I'm through with this soap box. Wanna Borrow it??
Thursday, January 28, 2010
REMEMBER LIGHTENING BUGS
1-28-10...Remember Lightening Bugs
called fire flies now I think. Lightening bugs to me.
A lightening bug is a wonder really. A little bug that flies around flashing that light from their tail. They are beautiful aren't they. We didn't have much to do when we were growing up and 'catchin' lightenin' bugs was something that would suffice for one whole evening now and then. When Daddy first pointed them out to me I was very young. I was so facinated with them. I'd go running through the yard with my bare feet at dusk swinging my arms through the lightening bugs. I was in to Cinderella then and I pretended I was a Princess and the bugs were lighting my way. To where I don't know but it was magical.
I don't know when we got the idea to catch them in a jar but indeed we did. Mamma gave Brenda and I a jar and Norman and Paul loved to help big sisters fill their jar. We had asked Mamma several times if we could put a lid on the jar and bring it in. We wanted to sit it beside our bed at night and watch them light up. Mamma was not too fond of that idea. She told us that would be mean because the Lightening bugs wanted to be free and they would die in the jar. We gave every argument we could come up with but Mamma would not budge, it was definitely NO.
Well one night we sneaked a jar of bugs in the house and hid them under the bed till Mamma went to bed. Well of course we did, didn't you know we would??
As soon as Mamma and Daddy were in bed we took the jar out and lay there in the bed watching them. We got a very close look at those bugs. We had punched holes in the lid. The bugs got to acting slugish. I said, “Brenda they can't breathe in there, they're gonna' die”. “Yes they can Clydene”. “No they can't Brenda they are dying. We gotta give them some air”. “How will we do that? Brenda asked. “Well we will just losen the lid a little bit”. Which we proceeded to do. YEP! Trouble with that we both had our hand on the jar and that dang lid went flying to the floor. Clickety, Clack a few times and Mamma said, “What was that? You girls be quiet and go to sleep”. “Oh my gosh Brenda look what you did”. “You did it Clydene, you shouda' left it alone”. Back and forth with this and we weren't even paying attention to the bugs flying out of the upside down jar. Nope, didn't notice that till we heard Mamma say, “What are you two doing in there”. We could tell she was on her way as she spoke. That's when we saw them darn bugs flying all around the room. Just as Mamma came through the door some of them dang bugs flew right by her head. “You Two Better, What in the world is that, Oh my Gosh I told you to never bring those things in the house”. You talk about scrambling around now we were doing it for about the next two hours catching them bugs. Daddy was up, Norman was up, and we were really catching bugs. I got tickled. Oh Good Grief, I got riproarin tickled. Giggle giggle, whopee, hurry up Brenda, giggle giggle. Brenda caught the giggles next, then Norman. GIGGLE GIGGLE!!! Mamma said, “I don't see any thing to giggle about girls, you two are,---GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE. That was Daddy. “Clyde this sure nuff aint--- Giggle giggle giggle. That was Mamma. After she started giggling she was still trying to tell us what for between giggles. Daddy , Norman, Brenda, anmd I couldn't stop. We were having a ball. Finally Mamma gave in to side splittin' giggling too.
Well we were seeing lightening bugs for days to come let me tell you. Mamma said we'd better just get all those things out of the house. So at night I would see a little bug lighting up and up I'd get and chase it down. We all did that for a long time it seemed to me. Every time I caught one I got the giggles again but from then on I laughed alone and Mamma would tell me the laughing was over while trying to hide her smile. What a wonderful Family, Thanks For The Memories!!!
called fire flies now I think. Lightening bugs to me.
A lightening bug is a wonder really. A little bug that flies around flashing that light from their tail. They are beautiful aren't they. We didn't have much to do when we were growing up and 'catchin' lightenin' bugs was something that would suffice for one whole evening now and then. When Daddy first pointed them out to me I was very young. I was so facinated with them. I'd go running through the yard with my bare feet at dusk swinging my arms through the lightening bugs. I was in to Cinderella then and I pretended I was a Princess and the bugs were lighting my way. To where I don't know but it was magical.
I don't know when we got the idea to catch them in a jar but indeed we did. Mamma gave Brenda and I a jar and Norman and Paul loved to help big sisters fill their jar. We had asked Mamma several times if we could put a lid on the jar and bring it in. We wanted to sit it beside our bed at night and watch them light up. Mamma was not too fond of that idea. She told us that would be mean because the Lightening bugs wanted to be free and they would die in the jar. We gave every argument we could come up with but Mamma would not budge, it was definitely NO.
Well one night we sneaked a jar of bugs in the house and hid them under the bed till Mamma went to bed. Well of course we did, didn't you know we would??
As soon as Mamma and Daddy were in bed we took the jar out and lay there in the bed watching them. We got a very close look at those bugs. We had punched holes in the lid. The bugs got to acting slugish. I said, “Brenda they can't breathe in there, they're gonna' die”. “Yes they can Clydene”. “No they can't Brenda they are dying. We gotta give them some air”. “How will we do that? Brenda asked. “Well we will just losen the lid a little bit”. Which we proceeded to do. YEP! Trouble with that we both had our hand on the jar and that dang lid went flying to the floor. Clickety, Clack a few times and Mamma said, “What was that? You girls be quiet and go to sleep”. “Oh my gosh Brenda look what you did”. “You did it Clydene, you shouda' left it alone”. Back and forth with this and we weren't even paying attention to the bugs flying out of the upside down jar. Nope, didn't notice that till we heard Mamma say, “What are you two doing in there”. We could tell she was on her way as she spoke. That's when we saw them darn bugs flying all around the room. Just as Mamma came through the door some of them dang bugs flew right by her head. “You Two Better, What in the world is that, Oh my Gosh I told you to never bring those things in the house”. You talk about scrambling around now we were doing it for about the next two hours catching them bugs. Daddy was up, Norman was up, and we were really catching bugs. I got tickled. Oh Good Grief, I got riproarin tickled. Giggle giggle, whopee, hurry up Brenda, giggle giggle. Brenda caught the giggles next, then Norman. GIGGLE GIGGLE!!! Mamma said, “I don't see any thing to giggle about girls, you two are,---GIGGLE GIGGLE GIGGLE. That was Daddy. “Clyde this sure nuff aint--- Giggle giggle giggle. That was Mamma. After she started giggling she was still trying to tell us what for between giggles. Daddy , Norman, Brenda, anmd I couldn't stop. We were having a ball. Finally Mamma gave in to side splittin' giggling too.
Well we were seeing lightening bugs for days to come let me tell you. Mamma said we'd better just get all those things out of the house. So at night I would see a little bug lighting up and up I'd get and chase it down. We all did that for a long time it seemed to me. Every time I caught one I got the giggles again but from then on I laughed alone and Mamma would tell me the laughing was over while trying to hide her smile. What a wonderful Family, Thanks For The Memories!!!
MORNING THINGS
1-28-10...MORNING THINGS
MORNING THINGS
I Saw the sun this morning in it's glory rising.
One morning when I was about four I tagged along behind Daddy as he fed animals in the early dawn. Sun was coming up all pink and purple and fiery. This little colt had just been born and it's Mamma was cleaning her off. She was wobbling around and trying to get to breakfast but Mamma wanted her baby's face and hands clean for breakfast. (kind of like my Mamma was)
There were wild roses growing on the fence and they also sparkled with dew drops.
And that elusive Whipporwill that we hear but seldom see flew out of a bush. His eyes shined in the light just like a cats or a dog would.
Years later when I was away from my beloved home and couldn't get back I remembered this scene and wrote this poem. It was published in my Poetry book called From My Heart and available on Amazon. I am remembering that morning on this cold drab morning to remind me there will be sushine as well as rain.
MORNING THINGS
I Saw the sun this morning in it's glory rising.
It has come to take the moon's place on yonder hill's horizon.
I saw a baby calf in the Meadow, a few hours old at most.
The early sunlight beamed on him standing, wobbly by a fence post.
In wonder I beheld, a dewdrop on a rose, shining in early light.
I smelled the fragrance in the air, saw a whippoorwill in flight.
These magical things of morning are there for everyone. So we should all enjoy it, It comes from God and His Son
One morning when I was about four I tagged along behind Daddy as he fed animals in the early dawn. Sun was coming up all pink and purple and fiery. This little colt had just been born and it's Mamma was cleaning her off. She was wobbling around and trying to get to breakfast but Mamma wanted her baby's face and hands clean for breakfast. (kind of like my Mamma was)
There were wild roses growing on the fence and they also sparkled with dew drops.
And that elusive Whipporwill that we hear but seldom see flew out of a bush. His eyes shined in the light just like a cats or a dog would.
Years later when I was away from my beloved home and couldn't get back I remembered this scene and wrote this poem. It was published in my Poetry book called From My Heart and available on Amazon. I am remembering that morning on this cold drab morning to remind me there will be sushine as well as rain.
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