Clara's Corner: Memory Monday.....

Monday, July 04, 2011

Memory Monday.....

Well, here I am....feeling good but can't get back into the "real world." My mind isn't working very well this morning. Maybe by next Monday, I will think of something interesting to write. There are so many things going around in my head. I'm sure something will pop up by then. Until then.... here I sit in San Diego at "The Concert In The Park." That was fun! Please do NOT click to enlarge.....LOL

4 comments:

Margie's Musings said...: Why not, Clara??; 9:47 AM
Clara....in TN said...: You know Margie....I look large enough! :>); 11:18 AM
Rachel said...: Of course I enlarged and I don't think you look big at all!! Look at those slim legs of yours!! You are a beautiful lady!!

I went back and double enlarged and I still fail to see anything wrong with how you look!! I can't even see a wrinkle. Not even one!!

I'm so glad you had a wonderful trip! Sounds like so much fun!!; 7:45 AM
Beth said...: You look great, Clara! So glad you got to take this trip and thankful that you returned safely. I look forward to seeing more pictures.; 8:27 AM

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!