Just call me...

Around the old home place some call me John.A few call me George.Another calls me Joe.

Maybe if some would call me Paul or Ringo I could start a band.

What would be a good name.....

The Spiders...no

The Palmetto bugs   hmmm no....

Think hard and I bet we could come up with a name.

Blinders

Blinders of faith
I need today
Not look left nor right
Straight ahead that way

Walk the walk
Talk the talk
Say what I feel
Do not balk

Guide me this day
Shape my words
That I might help
With what I say

This I pray
Oh Lord
You know my heart
Give strength I don't stray

Only thing good...

That little one room shack outback.

I've been so blessed to be old enough to know of such things.Back in the day that little shack was what you could call a modern convenience.

I have took baths in old round aluminum tubs heated by water warmed up on the stove.

Watched as water was drawned from the well.That cool almost ice cold water.

Lived in houses heated by a fireplace.Stepped on many a hot coal when barefooted.That's why I'm not thrilled by fireplaces in these modern homes.But I have to admit they are relaxing almost hypnotizing to watch and the crackling of the burning wood and that wonderful aroma of wood smoke.

The good old days they are called.

Maybe the only thing good about those days is that they are over.