On THE ROAD.....

I won't be home next Monday for Memory Monday!  I will be in San Deigo.   I'm going with my daughter and her family.  We are out there making memories!  Gary (son) is staying home (holding down the fort)  I will tell you all about it when I return.  Pray for a safe trip  We are flying from Atlanta... Be back the 30th!

MEMORY MONDAY.....

                              MUSIC ......                                                 Music was a big part of my life growing up.....There were seven of us.  I had three sisters and three brothers. The sisters are the ones who sang together.  One of my brothers could sing and he still sings.   We always had a piano (I will tell you a story about it sometime) I took piano lessons for about two years and I taught my sister the notes....well....very soon she was playing circles around me.  I'm not exaggerating...she could hear a song one time and then play it on the piano.  One Christmas she got an accordion and she had never played one before.  By the next day, accordion music filled our house.  My Mother played the guitar.  In the summertime, we would sit on the front porch.  She would play the guitar and we would sing.  No matter who came to our house, we had to sing for them.   I wonder if we could still sing together.   What sweet memories.....  I would like to do it all over again.      Next???      

IT'S MEMORY MONDAY....

Let's take a trip down Memory Lane......I told Margie I would tell about my "feed sack" days.    Well, here goes.   I also am from the era of when feed came in printed sacks.  I was nine or ten years old and my Mother made me a lovely gathered skirt from a green flowered sack.  I though it was the most beautiful skirt I had ever seen and could not wait to wear it to school the next day.  Off to school I go with a big smile on my face.  I walked into the classroom and there sat a boy wearing a shirt  made from the same feed sack.  The smile left my face immeadiately.  To make it worse, it was a boy that I didn't like.  I remember his name to this day.  As you might guess....I never wore the skirt to school again.   He never wore his shirt again so I think he probably felt the same as me.   I would love to see him today and ask him if he remembers.  We would laugh!     Please share a memory from your childhood!

Is It Hot Where You Are?

  I'm sorry if I complained about the snow last Winter and up into the Spring.  It seems I even complained about Dogwood Winter.   Now .....why did I do that?

IT'S MEMORY MONDAY.....Please share a memory from your childhood.

I'm starting Memory Monday.  Every Monday morning let's share a memory from our childhood.  Here's my first one:    My Daddy  raised tobacco when we were small.  We helped him work in the fields to set it out and everything else that had to be done to it.   We  looked forward to the time when he took it to the market to be sold.  Every year on that day, when he returned, he would always bring a box of Beech-Nut Chewing Gum and bags of Chocolate Cream Drops.  It was like Christmas before Christmas came.  Oh  what a sweet memory.   Looking forward to some of your memories from childhood.