Clara's Corner: Hail Storm....

Friday, September 29, 2006

Hail Storm....

My driveway covered with Hail......

On my back porch....... This was a terrible storm. I was in town when it started raining like poring it out of a bathtub. My clothes were on the line at home. I hurried home and the sun was shining a little. As soon as I got the last piece down it started raining like I have never seen it rain before. And then the hail came. My clothes were saved!!!!!

3 comments:

Teresa said...: WOW! I hope everyone had their tobacco in already. It seems more stormy like Spring than Fall!; 10:03 AM
Marci said...: I am glad your clothes made it in the house. Did it damage your vehicles?; 1:10 PM
dot said...: Well that was exciting! We don't get hail often but that is good since it can be damaging. Hope there was no damage there.; 9:40 PM

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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!