Clara's Corner: LOOKING FOR A BLOG.......

Friday, September 30, 2011

LOOKING FOR A BLOG.......

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.

3 comments:

Rachel said...: What a shame. I was not a reader of this one as I recall. If you could find someone who did then they could let that person know you needed to be invited.

I'll try to keep an eye out for it on other blogs!; 12:04 AM
Rose said...: Sorry I can't help you...

I was coming to tell you that last night I put up a post on my Pics & Pieces blog about childhood...; 11:21 AM
Jayne said...: Thanks for the shout out Clara. :c); 7:14 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!