Clara's Corner: Just checking In.....

Sunday, March 01, 2015

Just checking In.....

Hello to the blogging world! I have been away for so long. It all seems new to me now to even post a photo. Did Facebook take over? I'm afraid so. But I was wondering if I had any friends left in the blogging world. If you would happen to see this....leave a comment. The photo is a swinging bridge in Bluff City, TN. (my home town)

3 comments:

Teresa said...: Hello Clara! I always hoped you would be back to blogging. I deleted my FB page so have missed you! How have you been? Any crochet projects in the works? How are those grandsons of yours? Did you get hit by the ice storm down that way? We got about 14 inches of snow here.
Good to see you back!
~ Teresa in KY; 5:18 PM
Clara....in TN said...: Thanks Teresa, I sent you a private reply!; 10:22 AM
Beverly said...: Hi, Clara,
I have suffered from the same absence. I'm sitting here, thinking I should blog about the changes in my life, and I just sit.; 2:56 PM

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!