One of those days.Song will hit me and sad I get.Just because by Ray Charles did it this time.I used to never be this way.Now I’m so emotional about some things.Bam out of nowhere I feel like crying.Male PMS maybe.Could be my sugar acting up it will make us men folk get emotional.At Momma’s funeral back in 2003 I was doing ok till.Till that one song was sung.Amazing Grace.Maybe why it hit me so hard was Momma loved that song.Even though she didn’t remember who I was or where she was she could still sing that song.I’m not ashamed of being emotional now.It is me.I will be ok.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Dead folks in my dreams
I dream.Sometimes a connection between what is dreamed and my life can be seen.Other times it’s completely off the wall and all I can say is hmm where that come from.The dreams I have mostly are of my dead family members.Every once in awhile a living person will show up with them and I ask myself why is so and so here because everyone else in the dream is dead.I don’t mind the dead visiting me in my dreams.They are family.Let me explain something.They talk to me but not with their mouths.It’s like telepathic communication.They talk I listen.Sometimes back at the old place there would be a room full of people in my dream.Nothing scary fact is it was very peaceful and nice seeing them again.Like a family reunion but everyone is dead.Maybe all this has to do with me being hit in the head with a brick as a young boy.I don’t know and really don’t worry about it.So I will never say to you see ya in my dreams.You would be dead.
Honest person
Little white lies.We have all done it.Sometimes it the easy way out rather than being honest.I want to stop it myself.Maybe instead of saying anything a smile instead of the little lie.Little lies can add up.I’m really trying to be more honest.Some things have changed in my old age some things remain the same but just for me my own benefit I’m going to try being a more honest person.And this no lie.
Smokey Joe’s, Jacobs and Pete the ice cream man
Smokey Joe’s,Jacobs and Pete the ice cream man.
Not many reading this will know what those three are so I shall explain.
Smokey Joe’s was a hamburger joint located up the street from Grandma Smith’s house,so was Jacobs which was an old time grocery store.
Smokey’s place sit on the side of a steep hill and had stairs that would terrify me if I had to walk them today.He served only hamburgers.What I remember the most there was always a huge jar of dill pickles on the counter.Not the little ones but large pickles.
.Now comes in the Jacobs part of the story.Grandma was always sending one of us grand kids to the store for something.I can still see inside with my mind what the store look liked.Wooden floors and the employees all wore those long white aprons.Anyway Grandma would always say what ever change is left over is yours.Back in those days a penny would buy candy or a cookie.
Sometimes there would be enough change left over to walk next door to Smokey Joe’s and buy a hamburger and a big dill pickle.
Now for Pete the ice cream man.He would always be at shift changing time at Kex mill across the street in the summer time.If I was lucky I would walk down where the folks where waiting for shift change and my Uncle Eugene would buy me a Popsicle.A banana or coconut where the prize flavors.
Smith cousins do you remember this?
Bet you do.
Not many reading this will know what those three are so I shall explain.
Smokey Joe’s was a hamburger joint located up the street from Grandma Smith’s house,so was Jacobs which was an old time grocery store.
Smokey’s place sit on the side of a steep hill and had stairs that would terrify me if I had to walk them today.He served only hamburgers.What I remember the most there was always a huge jar of dill pickles on the counter.Not the little ones but large pickles.
.Now comes in the Jacobs part of the story.Grandma was always sending one of us grand kids to the store for something.I can still see inside with my mind what the store look liked.Wooden floors and the employees all wore those long white aprons.Anyway Grandma would always say what ever change is left over is yours.Back in those days a penny would buy candy or a cookie.
Sometimes there would be enough change left over to walk next door to Smokey Joe’s and buy a hamburger and a big dill pickle.
Now for Pete the ice cream man.He would always be at shift changing time at Kex mill across the street in the summer time.If I was lucky I would walk down where the folks where waiting for shift change and my Uncle Eugene would buy me a Popsicle.A banana or coconut where the prize flavors.
Smith cousins do you remember this?
Bet you do.
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