Tuesday, November 29, 2011
I went to Lisa's for Thanksgiving. Gary joined us that day. Here is our meal. I ate way too much, but I did it with a thankful heart! First picture....Sweet Potato Casserole.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
A YEAR HAS PASSED SINCE YOU WENT AWAY.
MY HOW TIME DOES FLY!
IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY YESTERDAY..
YOU SAID YOUR LAST GOODBYE.
I WISH YOU COULD BE HERE,
TO SEE THE THINGS I'VE DONE
A NEW ROOF, A NEW DRAIN...
BUT GOD SAID YOU MUST COME.
IT'S NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU...
THE NIGHTS ALL SEEM SO LONG!
I STILL HERE YOU CALL MY NAME...
EVEN THO I KNOW YOU'RE GONE.
PLEASE WAIT FOR ME FOR I'LL BE THERE...
AS I PROMISED YOU I WOULD.
GOD WAS SO GOOD TO US....
I'D DO IT OVER....IF I COULD!
YOUR LOVING WIFE "CLARA MAE"
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
MY GET-UP AND GO HAS GOT UP AND WENT!
How do I know my youth is all spent?
Well, my get up and go has got up and went.
But in spite of it all, I am able to grin,
When I recall where all get up has been.
Old age is golden so I've heard it said
But sometimes I wonder when I get out of bed
With my ears in a drawer and my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
"Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself,
"Is there anything more I should lay on the shelf."
And I'm happy to say as I close my door
My friends are the same...perhaps even more.
When I was young my slippers were red;
I could kick up my heels right over my head,
When I grew older my slippers are blue
But still I could dance the whol;e night through.
But now I am older, my slippers are black,
I walk to the store and puff my way back.
The reason I know my youth is all spent
My get up and go has got up and went.
But really, I don't mind when I think with a grin,
All of the places my get up has been.
Since I have retired from life's competition,
I busy myself with complete repetition.
I get up each morning.....dust of my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the "O'bits"
If my name is missing, I know I'm not dead.
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
Thanks Peggy for the picture! It DOES look just like me!
And really my get up and go hasn't gone anywhere!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Do any of my readers know who writes the blog.....JourneyThroughGrace.blogspot.com? I started reading it about a year ago and when I go there now you have to sign in. I enjoyed it a lot. I would like to ask the person's permission to read it again. It seems that I found it through one of my readers. Thanks for any help.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
I heard some bad news late last night. An Amish family with whom I have stayed with in Shipshewana, IN. has had something tragic to happen. Six of the eight children were riding in a buggy...driven by the oldest one....age nine... and she pulled out in front of a truck. She died instantly and another one died on the way to the hospital. The rest of them are not responsive. I cannot begin to imagine how this family must be hurting. If you feel led, please say a prayer for them. Rose, have you heard anything about this? I know you go to Shipshewana ocassionally. My heart aches for them.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
One of the boys working on my drain pipe yesterday. His Dad was in a car wreck and died. (He owned the Company) I feel so sorry. I knew they left here in a hurry. One of the crew called me this morning and said it would be a few days until they came back to finish up here. I said. "No Hurry....No Worry.'
Well, here I am and it's NOT Memory Monday....
I have worked in my yard every day this week....so far. I wish I had made pictures before and after. For three past years I wasn't able to do much work work outside because of my husband being sick. He wanted me in "hollering" distance at all times. Now, it's catching up time. I have burned brush, cleaned out a fence row and trimmed the lilac bush, cut down "suckers" around an apple tree stump, (they were taller than me.) Now the MORE part. The line going from the house to the septic tank is being replaced. I have had trouble with it for the last several years. Every so often, the septic people would have to come and dig down to the tank and open up the drain pipe. (UCKKK) As of late they were haveing to come every few weeks, so I know it was time to do something else. They came yesterday and started. Would you believe my septic tank is under concrete? Why would anybody concrete over the tank? The concrete has to be cut out with a saw....what a mess. But I will be so glad to get that done. The workers had to leave yesterday.....said there was an emergency. So, I am here waiting on their return. Guess I will go back to the yard work and pray for their return! :-)
Monday, August 15, 2011
I have always been a "fair" person. When I was around ten years old and in the 4H club at school......I made a dress and entered it in the fair. It won 1st place and I recieved ten dollars. A child at that time with ten dollars was rich. I was rich! I remember the money stayed in my posession for a long long time, but for the life of me, I can't remember what I did with it. The dress is still vivid in my mind..... it was plaid and had a V neck. That has been many moons ago, but I am still taking my "wares" to the fair. This week I took ten items. Every year I think about the dress that won ten dollars. The fair has always been a part of my life. Have you ever entered anything in the fair?
Monday, August 08, 2011
Can you remember what you did for entertainment when you were a kid? I can....We played Hop Scotch, Red Rover, May I, Chinese Checkers and Hide and Seek. Then when we got tired of doing that we build play houses in the woods. I remember sweeping out a clean ":room" and placing rocks around it. We would slice potatoes and put them in salt water and thought they were good. We didn't know about the X-Box, ipods, ipads and iphones. I remember one time, I had a new pair of jeans. I must have been around seven or eight. I had worn them so long they woiuld have stood up by their self when I took them off. My Mother finally got them off of me and put them in the wringer washing machine. I got them out of the washing machine and put them on wet. My Daddy must have been close by, because I looked up and he was coming throught the apple orchard. As he came by one tree he broke off a limb. He took the jeans off me and switched my wet legs. You wouldn't believe how much more it hurts when your legs are wet. I learned my lesson and never again did I try to get ANYTHING out of the washing machine to wear before it was ready.
Monday, August 01, 2011
Baby ! It's HOT outside. Can you remember when the hot weather didn't bother you? I can. In my younger days, no matter how high the tempatures were, it didn't matter to me. What happens to us as we get older.? I have just about melted today. I had to get out of the house and do a few errands and I've been to the surgery center to sit with my sister while her husband and a small place removed from his face. I am fine as long as I am indoors, but the minute I step outside my stomach starts feeling sick. Oh, to be young again!!!!
Monday, July 25, 2011
I'm back after spending four days with my daughter and grandsons. We had the priviledge of seeing Dolly Parton in person. She came to Thompson- Boling Arena in Knoxville for a concert. It was great. I really like her. I came home last Sunday and the boys came with me, so we enjoyed our week together. That will be the last time for a long visit because school starts soon. But anyway....this morning as the soft, gentle rain fell, it brought back memories of my childhood. We loved to play in the rain. ... running through the puddles and catching rainwater in a barrel. When it rained, we could always find these tiny frogs. I never see them now. They would come out by the hundreds. We thought it rained them from Heaven. It sure didn't take much to make us happy. Does anyone else remember seeing these little frogs?
Monday, July 11, 2011
I was thinking this morning about blackberries. We used to pick them by the gallons when we were kids. My Daddy would get us up (it seemed like the crack of dawn) to go pick berries. We each had a gallon bucket and we stayed until we got it full. Next would come the jam making. I never actually made the jam, but I always had to get the jars ready. I could still get my hand down inside the jar to make certain it was clean. My Mother would work tirelessly until the jam was ready to be put on the shelf. I can still pick blackberries at my daughters house, and that brings back all the memories all over again. A jar of blackberry jam would be nice right now.! Did any of you pick berries when you were kids?
Saturday, July 09, 2011
We drove into Tecate, Mexico one day. Here is a sidewalk sale and entertainment outside the restaurant where we ate.