3-12-11...DIGGING WORMS
Sitting here every morning and watching the sun rise over the barn never ceases to amaze me. The sky is red this morning and it's going to rain. The rise doesn't take long but that time between the dark of night and the light of day is the most peaceful time of the day or night. I don't like to miss that special time. It's my time. I love the feeling.
It is still winter but soon there will be green grass and buds showing up and the early sunshine will shine down and warm the earth so it can grow. Already trees are budding out. I saw a bunch of Robins in my yard this morning looking for worms. They will stand very still with their head cocked to the side for a few seconds then quick as a cat they sink their bill in to the ground and come back with a worm. I used to think they were looking for a worm but my Grandpa told me once that they were listening for it. Whatever they are doing they are experts at catching worms.
Brenda and I were digging for worms to go fishing one day and not getting even one. I happened to notice a bunch of Robins digging up one after another. HMMM! “Hey Brenda why don't we grab the worms that Robin is catching”?. Why Not Indeed!? Of course Brenda agreed and the race was on. We tried to sneak up on the Robins and got close but that Robin got his worm and flew up in a tree. “Brenda give me a boost and I'll climb this tree and get his worm”. Good Grief how stupid can you get.
That wasn't working so we decided we could dig deeper in the pig pen where it was wet. We climbed over the fence and started digging up gobs of worms. We were so occupied that one of the baby piglets came right up to us. I think it must have touched Brenda's arm and she came un-glued. She was back over the fence in a hurry leaving me to face the Old Sow who it seemed was mad at me for being close to it's baby. By Golly now the race was 'Really' on! The pen was long and narrow so I started side ways and grabbed the fence to go over. That old sow was right at my backside snorting and bumping my behind with it's nose. I still don't know how this happened but instead of going over the fence, I went THROUGH the fence. Yep Sure Did!! Brenda was already through the yard gate and safely on the other side. She was yelling “Run Clydene Run”. Heck I didn't need to be told that. I hollered back, “Brenda get that gate open cause I'm coming through”.
The sow was out but Auntie ran her back in which wasn't hard because her babies were in there. Brenda wouldn't come out of the yard so I helped Auntie fix the fence enough so it would hold until Brenda's Daddy got home. We were never even questioned. Auntie thought the sow had got out on her own. At the time we figured What they don't know wont hurt them. It was several years later that we told them our tale. I think they had a hard time believing that I went through the fence. Tee Hee
Saturday, March 12, 2011
THE YOUNG GIRL IN ME
3-10-11...THE YOUNG GIRL IN ME
Sometimes I look in a mirror and think, Who in the world is that ol' wrinkled up prune? Where the heck did that smooth faced, black haired, skinny little girl go. In my heart I'm still that girl growing up. “Hey I'm still here”, I want to shout at that dad' burned mirror. Stop lying to me, come on now, that aint me. It don't have to be me that I see there in the mirror. I can be that girl again anytime I want to if I keep her alive. Sure nuff can. So there you ol' mirror. I don't have to listen to you. NOPE! That girl was lively, no aches and pains, no worries either. Well by golly I'm 66 and I've earned the right to be a girl again. Oh yes, I see the little smiles on younger ones faces when I make a blunder or say something' stupid, or forget their name, Again! What the heck do they know. They wouldn't know where to start to live my life. Nope! You couldn't begin to walk in my shoes. I remember one cold night when no matter what I did I couldn't get warm. Mama had put a hot water bottle at my feet but the rest of me was cold. She wrapped it in a towel because it had boiling water inside and was too hot not wrapped. Well I decided to unwrap the dad burned thing and snuggle with it. My little brother was in the bed too. None of us slept by ourselves. It was warmer to have two in the bed. Sometimes we all slept in the floor in the front room in front of the little heater. This night I crawled under the covers and got the wrapped hot water bottle. I lifted it up and proceeded to unwrap it. Heck fire that sucker was hot. I couldn't snuggle with that thing. I pushed it over between my brother and me. Sometime later I moved and flopped right down on that bottle. Let me tell you I flopped up a bunch quicker than I flopped down! OWWW! As I jumped I hit my head on the head board and Owww! again. My little Brother (two at the time) came awake screechin' and hitin'. Mama and Daddy came on the scene and restored order but I had a bump on my head, scratches on my arm, and a burn on my fanny. Then there were the mornings in that ol' toilet in the field. Cold mornings it almost hurt to sit down on that darn hole, but summer mornings you were liable to get a red wasp on your butt which brought you up screaming and fightin' . Same ol' problems having' to wait. Four in the family and whoever else might be there. A one seater toilet never was enough. Like one bathroom today but at least y'all are inside. Things were hard back then but I was that young girl and didn't notice. I still have that girl here inside me. As I get older I dig her out more often. She will never go away. When she is here I have my Family here too. Mama, Daddy, Granny and Grandpa, My little Brother, Brenda and I skipping along those ol' dirt roads and experiencing the most awesome time of our lives. I don't want to ever lose that girl. She is what made the woman I am now. As long as she is here I don't have to worry about looking in that lying mirror. Nope! I know that girl, and I cherish her life. And I not going to let her escape me. NOPE!!!
Sometimes I look in a mirror and think, Who in the world is that ol' wrinkled up prune? Where the heck did that smooth faced, black haired, skinny little girl go. In my heart I'm still that girl growing up. “Hey I'm still here”, I want to shout at that dad' burned mirror. Stop lying to me, come on now, that aint me. It don't have to be me that I see there in the mirror. I can be that girl again anytime I want to if I keep her alive. Sure nuff can. So there you ol' mirror. I don't have to listen to you. NOPE! That girl was lively, no aches and pains, no worries either. Well by golly I'm 66 and I've earned the right to be a girl again. Oh yes, I see the little smiles on younger ones faces when I make a blunder or say something' stupid, or forget their name, Again! What the heck do they know. They wouldn't know where to start to live my life. Nope! You couldn't begin to walk in my shoes. I remember one cold night when no matter what I did I couldn't get warm. Mama had put a hot water bottle at my feet but the rest of me was cold. She wrapped it in a towel because it had boiling water inside and was too hot not wrapped. Well I decided to unwrap the dad burned thing and snuggle with it. My little brother was in the bed too. None of us slept by ourselves. It was warmer to have two in the bed. Sometimes we all slept in the floor in the front room in front of the little heater. This night I crawled under the covers and got the wrapped hot water bottle. I lifted it up and proceeded to unwrap it. Heck fire that sucker was hot. I couldn't snuggle with that thing. I pushed it over between my brother and me. Sometime later I moved and flopped right down on that bottle. Let me tell you I flopped up a bunch quicker than I flopped down! OWWW! As I jumped I hit my head on the head board and Owww! again. My little Brother (two at the time) came awake screechin' and hitin'. Mama and Daddy came on the scene and restored order but I had a bump on my head, scratches on my arm, and a burn on my fanny. Then there were the mornings in that ol' toilet in the field. Cold mornings it almost hurt to sit down on that darn hole, but summer mornings you were liable to get a red wasp on your butt which brought you up screaming and fightin' . Same ol' problems having' to wait. Four in the family and whoever else might be there. A one seater toilet never was enough. Like one bathroom today but at least y'all are inside. Things were hard back then but I was that young girl and didn't notice. I still have that girl here inside me. As I get older I dig her out more often. She will never go away. When she is here I have my Family here too. Mama, Daddy, Granny and Grandpa, My little Brother, Brenda and I skipping along those ol' dirt roads and experiencing the most awesome time of our lives. I don't want to ever lose that girl. She is what made the woman I am now. As long as she is here I don't have to worry about looking in that lying mirror. Nope! I know that girl, and I cherish her life. And I not going to let her escape me. NOPE!!!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
DUCKS ON A POND
3-5-11...DUCKS ON A POND
I saw some Ducks swimming on a pond this morning on TV. Something came back to me that I would just as soon have forgotten.
There was a big pond on the other side of the tracks from my house as a child. The pasture was all fenced off. I could see the pond from my bedroom window. It was a very large pond almost a lake I think. There were some tame ducks that swam on the water and I was fascinated with them. I wanted to get close so bad I could taste it almost. Everyone knew about the old man who owned the land and mostly were leery of him. I can't remember his name to save me but then I just called him hateful. Every day he would come out of his house and walk all around the land and the pond carrying a gun. We would hear him firing the gun sometimes. Daddy said he was just firing in to the air and that he was just a crabby old man and that was the reason he was alone. He stocked the pond with fish. Why I never knew. He didn't fish and didn't allow anyone else to.
Call it what you want but I was just curious enough that I was determined to go and walk around that big old pond. Now thinking back I guess I was just as stubborn as that old man was.
I thought those white ducks were so beautiful and I got to thinking he wasn't feeding them and maybe I should take some feed to them. Daddy had chicken feed so I figured Ducks would like that.
It took me a long time to really get up the nerve to crawl under the fence and go over. I wasn't really afraid of anything back then but I had been taught to never touch other people's things if they didn't want me to.
The day I finally decided to go I tried to get Brenda to go with me and she flat said no way no how. It was winter and very cold but my mind was made up so off I went. When I got close I saw the pond was frozen over. I looked at those poor ducks frozen in the water and I panicked. I not only panicked but I was instant mad. How dare that old curmudgeon let those poor ducks be frozen in that water with no food. Awful! Well I'm just gonna go tell that old man what I think, I thought. And that's just what I did. As I got close to his house he came out on the porch with his gun. He knew who I was and he told me to go home. I lit in to him with everything I had and told him exactly what I thought of him starving those poor ducks. He started laughing and I got more mad and kept telling him. I sure didn't appreciate being laughed at. No laughing matter as far as I was concerned.
When he stopped laughing I finally got quiet and he told me to come with him. I said no I wasn't going anywhere with him. He finally convinced me to come look at the ducks. Since that was what I wanted in the first place I said OK.
This is the part that still makes me cringe and my face turn red. The Ducks were just decoys to attract others. They were wood! I looked up and saw Daddy running across the field. I think he was about to do something to that old man because he thought he might hurt me. Well let me tell you I did get hurt but it was my Mamma who did it with a switch later that evening.
That old man must have been impressed with me and my scrappiness because he told my Daddy to bring me back in the summer and we could fish on his big pond. I'm sure glad I didn't kick him in the shins like I started to.
I saw some Ducks swimming on a pond this morning on TV. Something came back to me that I would just as soon have forgotten.
There was a big pond on the other side of the tracks from my house as a child. The pasture was all fenced off. I could see the pond from my bedroom window. It was a very large pond almost a lake I think. There were some tame ducks that swam on the water and I was fascinated with them. I wanted to get close so bad I could taste it almost. Everyone knew about the old man who owned the land and mostly were leery of him. I can't remember his name to save me but then I just called him hateful. Every day he would come out of his house and walk all around the land and the pond carrying a gun. We would hear him firing the gun sometimes. Daddy said he was just firing in to the air and that he was just a crabby old man and that was the reason he was alone. He stocked the pond with fish. Why I never knew. He didn't fish and didn't allow anyone else to.
Call it what you want but I was just curious enough that I was determined to go and walk around that big old pond. Now thinking back I guess I was just as stubborn as that old man was.
I thought those white ducks were so beautiful and I got to thinking he wasn't feeding them and maybe I should take some feed to them. Daddy had chicken feed so I figured Ducks would like that.
It took me a long time to really get up the nerve to crawl under the fence and go over. I wasn't really afraid of anything back then but I had been taught to never touch other people's things if they didn't want me to.
The day I finally decided to go I tried to get Brenda to go with me and she flat said no way no how. It was winter and very cold but my mind was made up so off I went. When I got close I saw the pond was frozen over. I looked at those poor ducks frozen in the water and I panicked. I not only panicked but I was instant mad. How dare that old curmudgeon let those poor ducks be frozen in that water with no food. Awful! Well I'm just gonna go tell that old man what I think, I thought. And that's just what I did. As I got close to his house he came out on the porch with his gun. He knew who I was and he told me to go home. I lit in to him with everything I had and told him exactly what I thought of him starving those poor ducks. He started laughing and I got more mad and kept telling him. I sure didn't appreciate being laughed at. No laughing matter as far as I was concerned.
When he stopped laughing I finally got quiet and he told me to come with him. I said no I wasn't going anywhere with him. He finally convinced me to come look at the ducks. Since that was what I wanted in the first place I said OK.
This is the part that still makes me cringe and my face turn red. The Ducks were just decoys to attract others. They were wood! I looked up and saw Daddy running across the field. I think he was about to do something to that old man because he thought he might hurt me. Well let me tell you I did get hurt but it was my Mamma who did it with a switch later that evening.
That old man must have been impressed with me and my scrappiness because he told my Daddy to bring me back in the summer and we could fish on his big pond. I'm sure glad I didn't kick him in the shins like I started to.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
REMEMBER I WAS THERE
3-3-11...REMEMBER I WAS THERE
Boon-docks? There was a song in the 50's called Down In The Boon-docks. It declared “People put me down cause that's the kind of town I was born in”. Another song proclaimed Someone was born on the wrong side of the tracks. Now I don't know much about the other side but I grew up almost sitting on the tracks. That was a long time ago, and I'm not saying how long for sure. I'll just say I remember steam engines. Do your own math.
There was only one car per. family , if that many. Daddy took it to work and the rest of us walked. Everyone rode the big yellow school bus. No seat belts, not much heat and no AC. The school had radiators and no AC. My home had a teeny bit of heat and no AC. Stores and businesses had heat but no AC. We were all in basically the same circumstances didn't matter if you were across the tracks or in the boon-docks.
Food was raised in the garden that was plowed with a horse and turning plow. Mamma canned the veggies. We had a hog and chickens to feed and then to eat. Our horse was Ol' Dixie and I loved that old horse. Ol' Dixie loved me too. I could tell you a bunch of stories about Ol' Dixie.
No one sat around and watched TV. Main reason for that was we had no TV. We all worked together on most of our chores and we did have chores. We never even considered arguing about it.Playing was great especially in the summertime. We didn't need a bunch of toys. We climbed trees, made mud pies, waded ditches after rain, played softball with a board and old sock full of beans, played hop-scotch, jumped rope, and ran up the roads barefoot. I have no idea what the heck most of the toys are today. I was going to buy my Great Niece and Nephew Christmas presents and that was an awful ordeal. I picked up things and had no idea what they did. I tried to go by price but everything was expensive. I saw a Barbie doll and thought I had found the perfect thing for my 8YR. Old niece. It was pretty but I didn't much care for the clothes it had on. Then that blamed thing started making noises and twitching and moving. Scared the heck outta me so I put it down fast. Another lady standing there with one in her cart told me, “That's a computerized Barbie.” WHAT!! Oh Good Grief! Am I that old that I don't even know what toys are. Embarrassing to say the least. I gave up and put money in cards for them. When I was 8 I doubt if I would have been as happy with money as I would have a gift to unwrap no matter the cost. I never had more than a penny for penny candy. Remember the little penny candy sacks? You could get it full of candy for a penny. One penny was enough for all of us to have candy.
I love the boon-docks and I love the tracks and trains. Nothing much has changed with me for many a year. I don't much like change. Is that a sign of age being set in my ways? NAWWW! Couldn't be.
Boon-docks? There was a song in the 50's called Down In The Boon-docks. It declared “People put me down cause that's the kind of town I was born in”. Another song proclaimed Someone was born on the wrong side of the tracks. Now I don't know much about the other side but I grew up almost sitting on the tracks. That was a long time ago, and I'm not saying how long for sure. I'll just say I remember steam engines. Do your own math.
There was only one car per. family , if that many. Daddy took it to work and the rest of us walked. Everyone rode the big yellow school bus. No seat belts, not much heat and no AC. The school had radiators and no AC. My home had a teeny bit of heat and no AC. Stores and businesses had heat but no AC. We were all in basically the same circumstances didn't matter if you were across the tracks or in the boon-docks.
Food was raised in the garden that was plowed with a horse and turning plow. Mamma canned the veggies. We had a hog and chickens to feed and then to eat. Our horse was Ol' Dixie and I loved that old horse. Ol' Dixie loved me too. I could tell you a bunch of stories about Ol' Dixie.
No one sat around and watched TV. Main reason for that was we had no TV. We all worked together on most of our chores and we did have chores. We never even considered arguing about it.Playing was great especially in the summertime. We didn't need a bunch of toys. We climbed trees, made mud pies, waded ditches after rain, played softball with a board and old sock full of beans, played hop-scotch, jumped rope, and ran up the roads barefoot. I have no idea what the heck most of the toys are today. I was going to buy my Great Niece and Nephew Christmas presents and that was an awful ordeal. I picked up things and had no idea what they did. I tried to go by price but everything was expensive. I saw a Barbie doll and thought I had found the perfect thing for my 8YR. Old niece. It was pretty but I didn't much care for the clothes it had on. Then that blamed thing started making noises and twitching and moving. Scared the heck outta me so I put it down fast. Another lady standing there with one in her cart told me, “That's a computerized Barbie.” WHAT!! Oh Good Grief! Am I that old that I don't even know what toys are. Embarrassing to say the least. I gave up and put money in cards for them. When I was 8 I doubt if I would have been as happy with money as I would have a gift to unwrap no matter the cost. I never had more than a penny for penny candy. Remember the little penny candy sacks? You could get it full of candy for a penny. One penny was enough for all of us to have candy.
I love the boon-docks and I love the tracks and trains. Nothing much has changed with me for many a year. I don't much like change. Is that a sign of age being set in my ways? NAWWW! Couldn't be.
MY DADDIES HAMMER
3-2-11...MY DADDIES HAMMER
I came across my Daddy's hammer last week. Mamma had it in her apartment. When she moved to the Nursing home I asked her if I could have the hammer. Of course she said yes.
There are so many memories in that old hammer. Someone gave Daddy a new hammer once. He took it and graciously thanked them like we were taught but Daddy never used his new hammer. I asked him why and he said that his old hammer and him had an understanding. “It fits my hand and aims straight”, he said.
I 'Helped'? Daddy build a pair of stilts for us to play with. Every nail was hammered with love for his kids he said. Daddy would sit on his feet in the floor under the Christmas tree and crack nuts with that hammer and a brick. He picked out the nut meats for us to eat. I 'Helped'? Him build the form to use at the dug well. A pulley and rope were used to draw up water from the well in a cylinder bucket.
I remember when the handle had to be replaced because the old one broke while Daddy was pounding nails in the wall of the chicken house. Daddy said that for a while his hammer didn't feel right. I also remember Norman and Paul misplacing it once when they weren't supposed to be playing with it. We all scurried around and found Daddy's hammer.
Daddy used the hammer when he built a dog house for our dog Ol' Tip. He did that for us kids telling us all the time that Tip wouldn't like it. Tip had a bed under the house and never got in his house. Daddy never said I told you so.
I can almost see and feel my Daddy when I pick up that hammer. It has 'Daddy', scratched in the handle with a nail. Yep, I did that. It is messy but my Daddy said he loved it.
Daddy's hammer was retired when he was no longer able to use it. I hope someone will lovingly take care of it when I'm gone. I need to work on that. I sure wouldn't want my Daddy's hammer ever lost again.
I came across my Daddy's hammer last week. Mamma had it in her apartment. When she moved to the Nursing home I asked her if I could have the hammer. Of course she said yes.
There are so many memories in that old hammer. Someone gave Daddy a new hammer once. He took it and graciously thanked them like we were taught but Daddy never used his new hammer. I asked him why and he said that his old hammer and him had an understanding. “It fits my hand and aims straight”, he said.
I 'Helped'? Daddy build a pair of stilts for us to play with. Every nail was hammered with love for his kids he said. Daddy would sit on his feet in the floor under the Christmas tree and crack nuts with that hammer and a brick. He picked out the nut meats for us to eat. I 'Helped'? Him build the form to use at the dug well. A pulley and rope were used to draw up water from the well in a cylinder bucket.
I remember when the handle had to be replaced because the old one broke while Daddy was pounding nails in the wall of the chicken house. Daddy said that for a while his hammer didn't feel right. I also remember Norman and Paul misplacing it once when they weren't supposed to be playing with it. We all scurried around and found Daddy's hammer.
Daddy used the hammer when he built a dog house for our dog Ol' Tip. He did that for us kids telling us all the time that Tip wouldn't like it. Tip had a bed under the house and never got in his house. Daddy never said I told you so.
I can almost see and feel my Daddy when I pick up that hammer. It has 'Daddy', scratched in the handle with a nail. Yep, I did that. It is messy but my Daddy said he loved it.
Daddy's hammer was retired when he was no longer able to use it. I hope someone will lovingly take care of it when I'm gone. I need to work on that. I sure wouldn't want my Daddy's hammer ever lost again.
IT'S NOT WHO BUT WHAT
3-2-11...IT'S NOT WHO BUT WHAT
“I might look crazy but I aint no fool.” That was a line I had in our Junior play. That just reminds me of how someone can get too big for their britches fast. It never ceases to amaze me the self worth some people can put on their selves. Daddy used to say their noses were so high in the air that they would drown if it rained.
When I moved to Idaho I got a job as Food Service supervisor in a Nursing home. I had the credentials, I had the diploma, I had everything except the right home state. My accent was a source of humor to them. I had to learn what they ate in that place before I could write the Menues. One Big headed nurse set out right away to throw me off. She didn't want to have to cooperate with me because she thought I was a stupid hillbilly with beans for a brain.
She just couldn't get used to me being in charge of the kitchen and having authority over her in Food Service. She was always trying to get me in a tight that I couldn't get out of. No Way Sister you've messed with the wrong one now. I caught her holding an old ladies nose one day to make her swallow her food. I said, “Betty you could strangle her to death doing that.” She looked at me and said, “Why don't you go back to Arkansas where you belong”. Now guys My head steamed up till I thought it would pop. It wasn't what she said that had me disturbed but what she was doing. I was not going to let her strangle an old woman to death. I said, “Betty if you don't take your hands off that lady I'll take them off”. She paid no attention to me. I'm so glad that someone else had gone to get the supervisor and she showed up right then because I would have taken her away from that lady or have died trying. She was fired on the spot. I was not proud of myself or happy that Betty lost her job but it just goes to show you that the mightiest always fall the hardest.I don't mind someone laughing with me. But when some big nosed bitty starts making fun of me and laughing at me I don't like it. And isn't it just the way of things. She was trying to get rid of me because she thought I was stupid and she was the one who had to go. YEP!!!
“I might look crazy but I aint no fool.” That was a line I had in our Junior play. That just reminds me of how someone can get too big for their britches fast. It never ceases to amaze me the self worth some people can put on their selves. Daddy used to say their noses were so high in the air that they would drown if it rained.
When I moved to Idaho I got a job as Food Service supervisor in a Nursing home. I had the credentials, I had the diploma, I had everything except the right home state. My accent was a source of humor to them. I had to learn what they ate in that place before I could write the Menues. One Big headed nurse set out right away to throw me off. She didn't want to have to cooperate with me because she thought I was a stupid hillbilly with beans for a brain.
She just couldn't get used to me being in charge of the kitchen and having authority over her in Food Service. She was always trying to get me in a tight that I couldn't get out of. No Way Sister you've messed with the wrong one now. I caught her holding an old ladies nose one day to make her swallow her food. I said, “Betty you could strangle her to death doing that.” She looked at me and said, “Why don't you go back to Arkansas where you belong”. Now guys My head steamed up till I thought it would pop. It wasn't what she said that had me disturbed but what she was doing. I was not going to let her strangle an old woman to death. I said, “Betty if you don't take your hands off that lady I'll take them off”. She paid no attention to me. I'm so glad that someone else had gone to get the supervisor and she showed up right then because I would have taken her away from that lady or have died trying. She was fired on the spot. I was not proud of myself or happy that Betty lost her job but it just goes to show you that the mightiest always fall the hardest.I don't mind someone laughing with me. But when some big nosed bitty starts making fun of me and laughing at me I don't like it. And isn't it just the way of things. She was trying to get rid of me because she thought I was stupid and she was the one who had to go. YEP!!!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I KNOW EVERYTHING!!
2-28-11...YOU DON”T KNOW IT ALL YET
Mamma told me many times over the years, “Clydene the older you get the faster time goes”. Boy oh boy was she ever right.
But when things are going good that's when time seems to fly. Time only slows down when problems come up.
When I was a kid I used to wait anxiously for some event and think it would never get there. When I was 12 I wanted to be a teenager. Boy Howdy I thought that would be the greatest thing. I figured that when I was a teenager I was going to be at the top, the very pinacle. My Uncle heard me say one day how I couldn't wait to be a teenager. He said “Clydene don't wish your life away”. I thought he was just silly. I sure know now what he meant.
One day I told Mamma, “You are so lucky. You can do anything you want to. I wish I was old”. My Gosh you'd have thought I had comited a crime or something the way she acted. Good Grief. I thought then that my Mamma and Daddy were the smartest people on the earth. I thought they knew everything, they were my heroes. There came a time then when I thought they were the dumbest people on earth and I knew everything. I was a teenager going on 25 and no one could tell me anything.
Next came the time when I 'Was' grown up and out on my own. It didn't take me long to start running back to my parents with my problems and thinking maybe they were smarter than me. I was looking up to them again and starting to see what they had sacrificed to bring me up out of my know it all stage to someone who needed my Mamma and Daddy again. I still figured I was grown and knew a lot but I was beginning to realize that I would never know everything.
Now I have come full circle. I'm old and really on my own. Not a spot to envy by any means. Mamma and Daddy are gone and I miss them. I know for a fact now that my Parents were the best they could be. They made me what I am and they are still in my heart and soul guiding me. Everyday something comes up that makes me remember thinking I was going to grow up and be perfect, know it all, and be my own boss. I still haven't achieved that and I know I never will. One Thing I do know for certain is My Mamma and Daddy had a job raising me. Heck they still have to grab hold of me sometimes and say, “You're getting' too big for your britches Clydene. You aint old enough yet to know everything”. Yep Mamma and Daddy You've sure nuff got that right.
Mamma told me many times over the years, “Clydene the older you get the faster time goes”. Boy oh boy was she ever right.
But when things are going good that's when time seems to fly. Time only slows down when problems come up.
When I was a kid I used to wait anxiously for some event and think it would never get there. When I was 12 I wanted to be a teenager. Boy Howdy I thought that would be the greatest thing. I figured that when I was a teenager I was going to be at the top, the very pinacle. My Uncle heard me say one day how I couldn't wait to be a teenager. He said “Clydene don't wish your life away”. I thought he was just silly. I sure know now what he meant.
One day I told Mamma, “You are so lucky. You can do anything you want to. I wish I was old”. My Gosh you'd have thought I had comited a crime or something the way she acted. Good Grief. I thought then that my Mamma and Daddy were the smartest people on the earth. I thought they knew everything, they were my heroes. There came a time then when I thought they were the dumbest people on earth and I knew everything. I was a teenager going on 25 and no one could tell me anything.
Next came the time when I 'Was' grown up and out on my own. It didn't take me long to start running back to my parents with my problems and thinking maybe they were smarter than me. I was looking up to them again and starting to see what they had sacrificed to bring me up out of my know it all stage to someone who needed my Mamma and Daddy again. I still figured I was grown and knew a lot but I was beginning to realize that I would never know everything.
Now I have come full circle. I'm old and really on my own. Not a spot to envy by any means. Mamma and Daddy are gone and I miss them. I know for a fact now that my Parents were the best they could be. They made me what I am and they are still in my heart and soul guiding me. Everyday something comes up that makes me remember thinking I was going to grow up and be perfect, know it all, and be my own boss. I still haven't achieved that and I know I never will. One Thing I do know for certain is My Mamma and Daddy had a job raising me. Heck they still have to grab hold of me sometimes and say, “You're getting' too big for your britches Clydene. You aint old enough yet to know everything”. Yep Mamma and Daddy You've sure nuff got that right.
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