Clara's Corner: September 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

I'VE BEEN TO THE BEACH!!!!!

It was the Shriners Convention at Myrtle Beach SC. Gary is a Shriner and we look forward to this every year. Lucas got to go this year for the first time. And of course Ryan was there! Bill's sister and her husband were there also. Bill was in hospice for five days. He did fine and a good time was had by all!!!!

Friday, September 03, 2010

TAKE TIME

Take time to take.....the small gifts so hesitatingly offered by a friend. The proud handmade present from a child.

Take time to listen....to the old man's too oft-told tale. To a husband's words of love.

Take time to share...a moment with a lonely soul (for lonliness shared becomes love)....a sorrow with a

bereaved friend.

Take time to touch.....another human (which means "I care for you...I trust you.")....another life (for that is

what life is all about.

Take time for each other....for nothing else is that important.

Take time to live....to dance for fun...to sing for joy......to paint or sew or create a beautiful gift.

Take time to watch....the snow swirling outside the window pane...the flames dancing in the fireplace.

Take time for goodness.....for faltering, fumbling world is after all....mostly good!

WHERE I'M FROM........

I am from hayfield and blackberry patches, gathering eggs and selling them to my Daddy in his store. I am from a house with no bath....but a path. I am from cherry trees where I climbed and ate more than I carried home.....from digging potatoes in the rich earth. I am from skinny dipping and swinging on grape vines, two room school house, sitting on the front porch while my Mother played the guitar.....wringer washers and wash tubs. I am from playing the piano, the accordian and making playhouses in the woods....hide and seek, jumping rope and May I. From: Raleigh's Liniment, Cracker Jacks and Castor Oil.....Revival Meetings and Baptisms in the river....catalogs and feed sack skirts. From: "Pretty is only skin deep" to "Always mind your manners." I am from Methodist, Baptist, Wednesday night prayer meetings and shouting Hallaujah. I am from the Volunteer state of Tennessee with lakes and mountains, race cars, beans, cornbread and red eye gravy. We always called it "God's Country." I am from family get togethers, dinner on the ground, singing with my sisters, a Mother with a heart of gold and a Daddy with a strict hand. A grandfather who always looked to see if I had my fingernails painted and a Grandmother who could squeeze your heart out! Yes, I came from a family of seven siblings and I have told you where I came from. It was wonderful and I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Now let me tell you where I am going...."To Where The Streets Are Paved With Gold." Some days, I can hardly wait!